There’s really no other way to start this than with a gigantic Feck Yeah cartwheel. If I had a fireplace it would be crackling, bunting strung along the mantlepiece made from mismatched vintage florals, oranges and yellows and some deep reds thrown in, too. There would be flickering candles with some Bach crooning off to the side, a mug of green tea nestled between my hands, and the smell of roast lamb and rosemary potatoes would be wafting through my house, making me feel like it’s true; that Dorothy was right all along — that there’s no place, not one, like home.
It hit last Wednesday, the distinct edge to the air, the crisp bite on my skin that made me dig out all our socks and quilts and collection of teas, the teapot perched on the edge of our kitchen bench to remind me to savour the cold, to turn things cozy.
We made a few indulgent trips last week to buy new slippers and tights and cute winter dresses for our girl, while I finally filtered through Billy’s drawers, bagged all the clothes he’s long grown out of and made little piles of jeans and vests and beanies I’ll try to sneak on him. This, obviously, is the official flag raiser – The Closet Rehaul – because since we don’t have snow, or parks of fallen leaves to jump in, or even central heating to turn on, I take the ritual of The Closet Rehaul seriously in its significance. Autumn is here, you guys. This game is on. We are lighting fires and sipping whisky to celebrate.
Okay, we’re not sipping whisky. Whisky is gross.
Behold, in annual season-change tradition, our autumn bucket list. It shall inspire us both with spontaneous cold-ish adventures, as with savouring the smallest of things. Like spiced cinnamon tea. And stripy socks. And lentil and chorizo soup. And movie nights under patchwork quilts.
- bake muffins with the kids
- overnight getaway with Joel to the mountains, without the kids
- family toasted marshmallow night
- sunday soup night with my girlfriends – bring a soup to share, huddle under blankets, discuss how saggy our boobs have become, drink red wine, etc.
- learn how to crochet
- start on the patchwork quilt I was always going to make out of favourite, special outfits of the kids – ones they’ve long grown out of. Ella’s first christmas dress, her dedication day romper, Billy’s first halloween outfit, the dress I wore during his labour. There are piles of meaningful clothes I could never give away and I’ve always wanted to turn them into a quilt to tuck their little bodies under.
- autumn scavenger hunt with the kids
- make bunting from dried leaves
- bake pies
- family day trip to the Walkabout Creek Wildlife Centre for the daily animal feedings
See, I’m inspired already. What else to add? Tell me, what’s your Autumn must-do? This list is getting taped to the fridge, and in true Taylor style, there will be plenty of blank space underneath for more loves to be added.
And a few more things we’ve been enjoying.
Last swims of the season.
Made up games between these two munchkins.
Family visiting from England. We’ve been showing them the best our little seaside has to offer, with long walks and fish and chips and pints of beer waiting for us at the end. It’s been lovely.
Ella got invited to her first school friend’s birthday party on the weekend. It was at a dance centre near us and I could not take my eyes off her – her in this new world of friendship and connection entirely through her own doing. She held hands with her friends, giggling, twirling around like she had not one care in the world, and she kept running up to me saying, “I’m so excited, mummy!”. I grinned back and swooped her into my arms, kissing this girl of mine with as much love as is possible to convey. I get to watch it all, I thought, the entire growth of her childhood. I felt like the luckiest person in the world.
I’m just going to say that I love this blogging ritual — the putting of my good down to document, savouring it for a second time — good begets good and the more I start focusing on it, the more I see is there. I am lucky to have the things I do, and it’s irresponsible not to see those things with the value they hold. It’s my duty to enjoy them – to allow them to bring me as much joy as possible.
And these two, oh, how they bring me joy.
Clean slate day today. Wipe it down and start afresh, filling your week with the good stuff. Behold this day, it is yours to make.