Raise your hand if you’ve ever said one of these before:
- “I’m going to run to the store.”
- “I just need to run and check my e-mail.”
- “I need to run and grab the laundry.”
- “I’m running out of time.”
- “Tomorrow, I’m running errands.”
It seems like we are always running. The figurative use of the verb seems to be an indicator of a literal problem.
Today, as I was driving home from work, I suddenly realized the leaves had changed. Of course they had. It is the second week in October. I obviously knew it was fall. After all, I started drinking PSLs a whole month ago. But I wasn’t cognoscente of what was right in front of me. I realized I’ve been running through life and missing the details. Even my favorite details, like changing leaves!
So today, I walked.
I put on my favorite flip-flops and went out to observe and embrace the season.
No watches. No iPod. No heart rate monitor. No wicking socks. Just me, my camera and a beautiful fall day.
It was amazing. And a nice way to remind myself how much I adore where I live. It is always beautiful here, but the time between seasons is particularly amazing.
This Canadian Goose was enjoying the day as well. He better move on South, because winter is on it’s way. Unless Indiana IS south (it is a Canadian, afterall). Then, I hope it has a fantastic stay!
Of course, I had to further embrace the season with dinner tonight. Pizza night is postponed until tomorrow due to extenuating circumstances, but I had these babies just asking to be made into a fall dinner.
We’ve had these (what I think are) acorn squash for a few weeks. I had planned on just roasting these, but wanted to step it up tonight.
I stuffed the squash halves with a wild rice, cranberry, and apple mixture. Sounds awesome, right?
Looks awesome, right?
SO NOT AWESOME. I had roasted the squash with some brown sugar, and that combined with the apples and cranberry was just way too sweet. And the flavors were all off. I hate it when things bomb like this. It seemed like such an amazing idea.
I got 4 or 5 bites down before I had to stop. Too sweet to continue. This is what I get for rescheduling pizza night. You don’t mess with pizza night! I’m off to go make myself a sandwich.