I rise at five, make two pie crusts for pumpkin pies, and place them in the fridge to meld before I roll them out.
Then I mix sugar, spices, eggs, pumpkin, and evaporated milk. One pie is in the oven and the other will go in soon. I make cranberry sauce with fresh cranberries, spices, sugar, and orange juice. Cranberries pop with heat. Yum! Yum!
The house is smelling like pumpkin, cranberries, and because I always buy an evergreen wreath before Thanksgiving and hang it inside, fresh pine.
I walk outside. Rain in the night brings forth sweet smells. I’m alive with gratitude and trust that this time of harvest can focus on gathering and harvesting ease, connection, love, and peace.