Harvest is starting to slow down a tad here. I love the smell of harvest. The earthy smell of the corn, dusty smell of the beans, sweet smell of hay. This year it really hit me of how privileged I am to be a part of it (not that I do any of the actual harvesting). When I take my walks in the evening, I know most of the people who pass me hauling implements or driving the grain trucks or the tractors/combines. Even if I don't know them, they still wave. It's the small things. :) I just can't imagine living in bigger cities, not knowing who my neighbors are or how my food originally started out.
The past couple of days it's been spitting snow...and rain and sleet (if you want to see all kinds of weather in just one day, you really need to visit the Midwest). When I left work this morning there was a dusting of snow on my truck. The trees are changing in stages. I was kind of disappointed that the colors weren't more vibrant this year. It seems that two or three kinds of trees will change colors, then a storm will come and blow them all away, then the next round of trees will change.
I made my first pumpkin recipe of the season last weekend! I'm trying to sort through all my pumpkin recipes and decide what to make next. It all sounds so good!