In a rare California October sky, we had grey today. And somehow, when the sky is grey, the greens seem to pop against the pale backdrop. Trees and grass seem more vibrant, more alive. I love days like this. If I lived in Portland and saw them all the time, I'd probably feel differently, but since we don't have them too often here, they are a welcome diversion.
It made me want to bake and since the blackened bananas sitting in my fruit bowl were taunting me, I figured what better payback than turning them into banana bread.
It was a simple and delicious breakfast with a cup of coffee. The recipe can be found here.
The only addition I made was to add about a teaspoon
each of vanilla and cinnamon.
While the grey and green were lovely to look upon, a splash of orange
was not unwelcome, so we figured it was the perfect day to
make our annual trek to the pumpkin patch.
It's funny how traditions develop and for about 15 years now we have visited the same pumpkin patch. At first we pushed the kids in strollers before they could walk and chose their pumpkins for them.
As they grew, they'd walk through the rows of pumpkins trying to
climb on them and pick up the largest one they could find
and fall over in the process.
Then it was the petting zoo that was the big hit, or the
train ride through the hay field.
Now we've come to the stage where "Scarecrow Alley" and the
corn maze are where it's at.
I love the fact that somehow they become "young" again. It's ok to not be the "cool" teenager for an afternoon and run through the fields and climb up on the giant pumpkin play structure. They still meander through the rows of pumpkins picking out just the right one for carving, and walk away with butter on their faces from the fresh corn and carmel from the candy apples.
And tell me why corn on the cob eaten outside while sitting on a hay bale tastes so much better?
So another year has passed at the pumpkin patch, and I will as with every other year, come home and look back at the photos from years past and see how much they've grown and feel just a little wistful,
a little torn at where the time has gone.
As the day draws to a close.....
I'm thankful for this day of grey and green...
but mostly for the orange splash that made my heart smile.