I love the rain. It feels like a special treat here in Austin, too, since it's not too often we get one of these rainy, gloomy, cozy days. And it's a Sunday, so it already feels like a day to slow down. Here's how I'm spending it:
- Eating cardamom cake for breakfast (with eggs and sausage too, for protein or balance? ;)
- Making soup, specifically, the creamy chicken and rice soup from one of my favorite cookbooks. It's rainy day comfort food and makes for the best leftovers
- the smell of sage (a key ingredient in the soup) reminds me of all things cozy
- Baking my favorite granola—Man, does our home smell good today. I really should make this every week.
- Going makeup-free and embracing the I haven't touched my hair since I woke up look, maybe a little too much(?)
- Listening to Fossil Collective's Tell Where I Lie
- Modeling for a few fairly-awkward shots of my newest Nick cowl
- Catching up on and reading a few crafts blogs: Fringe Association and The Craft Sessions
- Running through the rain with groceries up to our third floor apartment
- Doing a few loads of laundry (scrubs won't wash themselves)
- A new worsted-weight knitting project. After working on projects with thinner yarn, this one is flying!
- More consistent yoga practice to help with sore, tight muscles after a few shifts in a row
- Working on writing part II of our love story (here's a link to part I, if you missed it)
- Brainstorming how we're gonna celebrate our third wedding anniversary next week!
It's tempting to settle into the melancholy on rainy days, but I'm not going to. Let's find the good in rainy days. I'm gonna start with another round of aeropress coffee. How about you?
Fall feels like a number of transitions, one right after the other. We are now bridging into late fall, with lots of frost in the mornings, first sightings of bare trees, and darker, cozier evenings at home. Of course, there is talk of Thanksgiving and Christmas on the horizon too, along with early preparations for those. I do tend to be swept by the momentum of this season, if I'm not careful. I'll admit that Christmas music accompanies us throughout the day sometimes, and I've already done most of our shopping, but I do want to be intentional to savor the almost-but-not-yet. To not wish away November and it's baring of trees in favor of the glow of Thanksgiving and Christmastime. There is great beauty and contentment in this month, as well. I don't want to miss it.
We've taken to a regular "cozy hike," as we've termed it. A nearly wooded path, my favorite spot for fall color, a wagon, an eager toddler, a cozy blanket, and snacks. I look for the bright red leaves, since those are a favorite for both of us. And we also look for acorns and pinecones, treasures on the ground.
I'm typically in a rush to wish away the hot days of summer, to exchange them for cozy days, sweater season, cool mornings. I'm an optimist, and that optimism frequently couples itself with being future minded. Constantly looking forward with hope, but also sometimes looking forward with misplaced longing that can inhibit me from being present. But this past weekend, the events of both days were lovely, and being present felt easy and good.