Nature Gardening Food Travel
The morning air has that cool, mossy, dried-leaf scent. The days are growing shorter. Fall is upon us.
One of my favorite times of year, autumn, comes with an instinctual urge to make comfort food and travel to the mountains and the high desert in Oregon.
I have a small garden on the edge of the city with one heirloom apple tree and one pear. I am swimming in fruit. The apples are done but the pears are prolific this year.
I don’t use any pesticides and grow everything in my garden organically.
I don’t know about you but when I have friends or family visiting, the first thing I think about after the excitement of seeing my visitors is what I’m going to feed them. I tell my family, “food is love.” Now, certain television celebrities or maybe psychologists would be all over that with some deep psychoanalysis.
