Looks chilly, doesn’t it?
BECAUSE IT IS!
Lots of people like to remind me that the worst is yet to come, but I’m reasonably certain that if I’m this cold in autumn, then winter is going to be quite the arctic wasteland. With only three weeks to go until that crushing reality hits, I’m wondering how long it will be until I crack and turn on the central heating. Every day I get to bed without turning it on is a quiet victory.
We are getting about our days in a flurry of kittens, blankets, hot water bottles, fuzzy slippers, basking in any sun we can get, baking excessively so I can turn the oven on, singlets, skivvies, going out to buy more singlets and skivvies and thicker pants for these girls, a coat for me for the first time in my adult life, popping warm-bead snuggly things into the girls’ beds before they get in them at night time, endless cups of tea, more blankets, and wrapping all our clothes around something warm before getting changed into them.
(Ro described my weather experience since moving here very eloquently recently: “Over the months of veg season, I see the mornings progressively get darker, then cooler, and finally wetter, drizzlier and basically shit house, until the early saturday mornings feel like a mix of an arctic morning slash a frozen Armageddon”. Lucky I love you desperately, Melbourne!)
We brave the weather outside when we can, because it is truly beautiful out there with such a transitional season. Plus if we stay indoors now, then we’ll be indoors until December. Our back yard is starting to hunker down for the winter and it is so nice to point it out to the girls. Although explaining the conceptual idea of “the weather” and how it changes (and produces the fiery foliage we see outdoors) to a three-year-old and a kid who is one-and-a-half is quite hilarious. I end up rolling my eyes quite frequently at my clumsy attempts, but I’m sure something is getting through.
When autumn first began and the leaves were turning brown, I looked at them quite stupidly and thought “oh, they actually turn brown on the tree“. Like, once upon a time they were green and now they’re turning brown. I tried to figure out how I would not already know that (because duh), but to be honest, I’d never thought about it. I haven’t had a proper autumn since about 1989. I knew leaves were brown and fell off, but my mind must have skipped over how they get brown.
And I’m allowed to breed! The mind boggles.
With the onset of south-pole weather I’m really excited to actually live seasonally, even though it will probably kill my middle-class whitebread ass to not eat tomatoes out of season. I have been reading and doing things that inspire me with the changing of the season, and how the hell to survive my first proper whole winter in pretty much forever. I’ve been reading SouleMama’s The Rhythm of Family (aff link) which I bought from Spiral Garden (but they’re sold out atm), plotting our days with This Whole Family’s Autumn Rhythm Guide (and mostly forgetting to do so), going through Jodi’s autumn posts (and her ones from years past), eating endless thai soups for lunch, Pinning some autumn kid activities, winter goodies, and hunting out some warming recipes for frosty nights. I’m still getting the Whole Larder Love seasonal organic veggie boxes and trying to figure out why I hate mandarines so much. I’m also going to try some windowsill gardening. I’m 99% sure either the kids or the cats will knock them off, but in my head it sounds charming and delicious.
I’m’ also drinking wine because that totally helps.
What are you doing to settle into hibernation?