It happened overnight.
All of a sudden there was a chill in the air. Leaves, golden and amber following an unseen path along the ground. Autumn has arrived.
Along with the breeze and the chill comes the true harvest veggies. The hearty root vegetables that will sustain us through the long, cold winter. At least, that’s what they’re predicting… long, and bone chilling cold.
As the nights get longer, I find myself planning more. Just how will we heat thing big old house through another Nova Scotia season. And how will we still be able to enjoy a feast after filling the ever-empty oil tank.
Life in the east is hard.
Here we choose between food or heat. Warm clothes or hot showers. Stretching dollars in ways that are unheard of in other parts of the country.
But we are resilent. And we persevere.
With big meals on Sunday that fill our plates with leftovers for the week that follows. To pot luck dinners come Friday when no one household had enough to fill the table.
We come together.
We work hard.
With a warm belly from left over soup, and a fire in our soul that keeps us going.
And woolen socks on our feet. Knit by the fire light of the long, long nights of winter.