Will you look at that…the leaves are turning.
It’s finally, finally really raining lately. The seasons on delay.
Now paused, fast forward, and slow motion upon this week's arrival of a brisk autumnal chill.
This time last year, we’d seen our first bout of snowfall. So, any day now. Right on time for a familial visit from mia sorellina. Along with a temporarily, woe-fully, out-of-commision oven. On a night I’d prepped deep dish pizza and everything. D’oh.
The north shall north. It’s never easy, nor should somewhere like this be.
I read recently - in The MILEPOST, no less - that in Whitehorse, the capital of the Yukon, no two winters are alike. The same can be said for every season I’ve experienced in the Interior thus far.
It was once again, a brief and beautiful summer. I would add: while it lasted. A blink of an eye. A time capsule.
And there I was, about to burst into song about berry picking and merrily wading through the glory of Alaskan grown produce, and the seasons went and changed already. The leaves make their way to yellow and gold, and the pinks and purples of fireweed were barely a thing.
It was a fateful summer to (mostly) take off from blueberry picking. What a brief moment in time. How dang humanizing and big picture.
I’ll maintain that it’s still the most wonderful time of the year, even as we break out the sweaters & soup, and gladly bid the mosquitos good riddance. All pleasant things.
There’s a steady, nostalgic return to darkness. Waking up in the middle of the night, and looking above for an awakening glimpse of the aurora. Again, any day now. I’m checking.
Wistful for the long, cozy winter to come, and the instant, blurry seasons that led us here.
(And grateful for the frozen berry archives of past jess, of course.)
How’s the summer or season of choice treating you?
In Contrast...
the berry finale, these scone archives September 20, 2022
as for the low-down on jelly, ditto December 13, 2021
+ Goldstream Community Market in Fairbanks, Alaska {mind you, a 2+ hour drive north for us!}
Our summer is already coming back, even though we are still in the last month of winter. Will we even get a spring? We have had some days almost 30dC and I hate it. I wish I lived somewhere that wasn't so relentlessly hot and sunny 90% of the year. Woe is me.
A steady, nostalgic return to darkness -- love it, Jess!