Fall Nesting

The path I walk is starting to look like it did when I first started blogging,

with seasons of life on my mind.

Fall really is such a beautiful time!

I've been feeling the urge to nest,

finding my spots to brighten with some fall decor.

and lighting a few candles.

I'm enjoying the change in more than one way.

Although anytime is time for pizza, 

I thought I'd share the link for some naan pizzas tucked into my freezer right now.

One thing for sure is that Fall is time for soups.

I've made the split pea soup on the blog,

roasted red pepper,  roasted cauliflower

 and roasted mushroom soup.

I'm noticing a pattern.

You can pretty well roast any vegetables, blend them up and add broth 

to make a quick soup. 

 

Here is the link to the mushroom soup. 

It looks like our little apple trees will produce enough for a few pies.

Speaking of which, it's been fun to see Tehya and Natalie 

acquiring the pie making skill. 

I never could have imagined this. 

All the seasons of life are so evident within our own family right now,

reminding me of a song written and produced 

by Steve and Anni Chapman in the early 1990's.

Who knows but that my ispiration for the name of this blog came from that song? 

Seasons of a Man

I am the springtime, when everything seems so fine

Whether rain or sunshine, you will find me playing

Days full of pretending, when a dime is a lot to be spending

A time when life is beginning, I am the springtime 

 

I am the summer, when days are warm and longer

And the call comes to wander, but I can’t go far from home

When the girls become a mystery, and you’re barely passing history

Thinking old is when you’re thirty, I am the summer.

 

I am the autumn days, when changes come so many ways

Looking back I stand amazed that time has gone so quickly

When love is more than feelings, its fixing bikes and painting ceilings

Its when you feel a cold wind coming, I am the autumn days

 

I am the winter, when days are cold and bitter

And the days I can remember number more than the days to come

When you ride instead of walking, and you barely hear the talking

And goodbyes are said too often, I am the winter

But I’ll see spring again in heaven, and it will last forever.

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