I think I've said it before, but I'll let you know again that I just love every season. As the weather changes or the leaves fall or someone wearing a sweater comes near me, I get super excited about Autumn. Living in Los Angeles made the season changes a little difficult and I would find myself forcing the feeling of winter with a scarf and baking with spices when it was no less than 68 degrees midday in late November. At first, that was novel. We sent out pictures of our picnic on the beach, both of us wearing t-shirts and sunglasses, our first Christmas Eve in LA. In following years the endless summer became harder and harder for the girl who loves all seasons.
I thought of giving this post the title "For the love, it's hot! Why haven't you given your customers an awning, an umbrella, something?!" but I realized that out of context, it's just not that funny. In context, we're in Colorado, Dani and I are panting while sitting in the outdoor seating provided by a fancy coffee-slash-cured meats shop. Yes, both coffee and cured meats. Fortunately for me I've been provided with an iced coffee while fortunately for Dani there is one sliver of shade created by a pillar and she is plopped in it. It's Autumn, but by the heat, it feels like August. Los Angelenos, you know what I'm getting at and I'm sorry that it's been 90 and you're getting your pumpkin spice lattes over ice while watching the fireplace app on your laptop with the air conditioning on.
What's got me bummed out, besides the scorching I'm experiencing, is that this is the season of crunchy leaves, cinnamon and allspice, hot coffee in real mugs and the oven at 350 with fresh treats baking to golden goodness. The crunchy leaves thing I'll get plenty of so I'm ok there, but there is a part of me that laments the lack of warmth that comes from wrapping my hands around ceramics and the knowledge that baking is out of the question for the next few months.
I really like the idea of home, beyond the superficial and comforts but including them as well. I find myself wishing for the the hard work involved in the comings and goings of life beyond what we have found as the temporary work of living on the road. We're both more than ready to go to work and make a living and come home to work together there, to live life within community, contributing and receiving outside of ourselves. There is something really wonderful, that isn't typically mentioned in the magazines geared toward the adventure seeker, about life at home. The life that nourishes just by the nature of those you have around you. I have a really sweet memory of kneading a loaf of French bread in Rachel's kitchen, glasses of red wine dusted with flour while the several girl friends gathered around the table just enjoyed the excuse to get together. And then there was the accidental documentation of life for the years of our Annual Christmas Cookie and Photo Booth parties. Another excuse to gather and eat.
While trying to answer the question that brought us out here we are beginning to unravel some myths and I think we are finding a path to balancing life and adventure. Maybe the weekend warrior isn't such a bad idea.
So yes we keep driving, shooting images, making meals and serving one another all while daydreaming about our future home with friends in the kitchen, their hands encircling ceramic mugs filled with steaming coffee and the scent of baked goodies wafting through the house.
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