Dear Nathaniel, I am microwaving pie that Mom bought up in Oak Glen this week on her way home from the orthodontist. As I put it in the microwave, I was full of sadness that I was not in Oak Glen with her. Why did I not go? I was working. I want to see the trees turn. I want to wander slowly through autumnal gift shops. Under the water, you cannot sense the approach of the seasons. Even here it is difficult because, after all, it's California. But I can still sense it. After three seasons in Illinois and one in Scotland, it must be with me for good. Or at least for a while. Because I am all abuzz with eagerness for fall and winter, for turkeys and dried leaves and Santa. I should start cooking again this fall. Fall foods are my favorite. Baked squash dripping with melted butter and brown sugar, pumpkin soup... this year, if I have enough money, I will put together a holiday dinner for my friends. And we will drink Scandinavian mulled wine, which is the most wonderful thing I have e
How was the desert?
ReplyDeletelovely. lots of good people. the drive wasn't bad, either.
ReplyDeleteis THE french restaurant still there?
ReplyDeleteyes, but i didn't go to it! another reason i need to go out there again soon...
ReplyDeletei wanna go!
ReplyDeleteyou have a book to write, young woman.
ReplyDeleteoh yeah...
ReplyDeleteso do you! We should go after Easter!!!