Today we have seen the last hurrah of Tropical Storm Nate pass through our area. It has been breezy, overcast, and rainy. It has been a sullen kind of day. And I love it.
The sky has been changing all day – from the heavy black clouds that greeted me during chores this morning to a glimpse of sunshine and back to a steel gray, ominous sky this afternoon. While many folks will just look out the window and see an overcast view, I see changing patterns of white and gray. I see hundreds of varied shades of steely blue-gray piling up, stretching out, and moving away. I see intricate cloud patterns that change within moments, never to be repeated again. I see brilliant leaves, wet with rain, splash their colors against the sodden backdrop – and it is beautiful.
I love being outdoors when the mist begins to fall. The clouds seem to envelope our farm and wash away the dust and pollen making the fading colors pop. The mist is gentle and refreshing, not yet heavy enough to chase the chickens and pigs into their shelters and under trees and shrubs. The breeze whispers of brisk, cold days to come as it caresses my damp arms and face – and it is refreshing.
I love being indoors as the rain begins falling heavily and the wind tosses falling leaves into every corner of our property. Today was a productive day of baking and canning – warming the house and penetrating the air with the smells of freshly baked bread, currant pound cake, and the spicy smell of applesauce cooking on the stove. I love these smells that speak of home and comfort, safety and plenty.
This is my favorite time of year. Darkness comes earlier and the coziness of that early darkness ignites a warmth and joy deep within me. The glow of lights, the spicy warmth of mulling cider, the savory aroma of roasting meat, the pungent smell of wood smoke mixed with dying leaves all combine into a glorious patchwork of fragrance that is only surpassed by the fresh, piney smell of Christmas.
Dark, damp, cold days are some of my favorite days. It must be the British me.