In the peace of the kitchen this morning, in the dark pre dawn light and the air so cool, I reached for another layer of clothing. In this silence, in the space that early morning seems to contain, the roasting pumpkin scented the house with its sweetness, just as the incense on the shrine will do later in the morning.
The kitchen cupboards fill with Autumn colours. Couscous, polenta and beautiful yellow mung beans. Pomegranates, pears, plums and apples.
The freezer fills with the bounty of a season fast escaping. Ginger. Garlic. Tomatoes in many forms. The red and green festive colours of chillies. Pastes and sauces and purees. The things my grandmother put on shelves in bottles are now in ziplock bags in the freezer. We lose the aesthetic but gain in efficiency. For a moment I long for those large, endless shelves and bottles full of wonder, and the days “putting up” and jam making in my Grandmother’s wood-stoved kitchen. I miss you, my Grandmother from those days.
Summer always seems so fleeting. Today, with its cool morning, with the sunny cool day, with the golden light so different to summer’s blue haze, with the long shadows and slower pace, Autumn truly arrived.