One of the things I really like about New England is seasonal change. Four times a year, we get to change our preferred clothing, our food, and yes, even our attitudes. New beginnings are, by definition, full of promise.
I baked a pumpkin pie yesterday to take to dinner at a neighbor’s. It was a definite smile, not just because it was a good pie (always add a little molasses, it elevates it!) but because it was something we haven’t had for many months. It was a sign that a new season was on the horizon.
Our cookout tonight will have its nod to summer with local corn, and ratatouille made with the lovely eggplant, zucchini, and tomatoes that are so much a part of August. And, in addition, there will be another pumpkin pie to celebrate the golden season on our doorstep.