That Time of Year

Shakespeare’s words about autumn  were chilly, rather than warm, but it’s the beautiful and warm part of fall that I like to write about. I’ve already made apple crisp, pumpkin pie and my annual autumn spice cake (recipe below), and if I don’t stop, I’ll add five pounds from my culinary salute to the autumnal equinox.

Emmy, our sole little chick still in the nest, is looking forward to a trip to the orchard for apple picking and pumpkin buying. My sister-in-law put all of our family photos from a Sterilite bin into 8, sorted photo boxes. Looking through them the other day, I saw multiple photos of various years’ trips to the orchard/pumpkin farm with our five other children. Now we will soon have three grandchildren to enjoy the same.The speed of the passage of time continues to amaze.

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Sammy, Charlie and baby Will back in the fall of 1997 in Brookfield, Wisconsin.

Tom has planted two trees in our new yard. He chose birch trees, as he has at three other homes we have had. He always puts in a Schlueter tree. It’s a family tradition.

Speaking of tradition,  every autumn for years, I have put out my two Dollar Store acorn people. Last year, I looked all over, but couldn’t find them in their usual place. Sadly, they never made an appearance. I looked at the Dollar Store to find replacements, but there was nothing even similar to the little figurines I had. During our move this summer, I was happy to find my two little acorn people shoved back in our hutch in the dining room, and they are now back out on display along with my pumpkin spice candles.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~ George Eliot

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Emmy is now happily in first grade, and I am deeply thankful to have her in a Christian school close by, the primary reason for our move. I see her copy work for school come home with hymns and verses to write. The other night, she was writing out this hymn:

How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

It struck me again how wonderful it is to have a little academy where that name of Jesus, reviled spit upon all over the world, is still revered and loved.

I am loving the cool, crisp mornings and still warm afternoons, the fresh air, and the deep blue skies of a Wisconsin autumn. The world is in turmoil, the ground under our feet sometimes trembling, but this little blue planet still has beauty, because God, the Creator of all of it,  is in his heaven, and He holds all things in his hand.

I came across some beautiful fall barn photos in Country Living magazine online. If you’d like to see some breathtakingly colorful photos in the country, here you go at this link!

Also, I make an annual practice on this blog of posting the recipe to my autumn spice cake that I initially found in a cookbook from the First Baptist Church of Cook, Minnesota. Those Swedish ladies really knew their baking! So here it is, my favorite spice cake recipe, 2015!

Happy Autumn!

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Little Mary and Sammy, back in 2001 at Nieman’s Orchard in Cedarburg, Wisconsin.

3 thoughts on “That Time of Year

  1. Kris says:

    I can smell the aroma of spice flowing from your kitchen window right now Ing. Sounds like you’ve been busy baking up a storm in your great kitchen. Love the “Acorn People”. Sometimes the cutest, least expensive, and most adored pieces are found at the Dollar Store. I love going there. Thanks for posting pictures. Seems as though they were taken just the other day. How time flies! Wonderful memories…sending Love

  2. Judi Hayes says:

    Reading about your Schlueter Tree family tradition reminded me of my brother’s comment to my dad and I yesterday when he invited the family over to his house for a harvest celebration meal from his garden, followed by apple cider making from some of the apples from his eight trees in his yard. My 89 year old dad and I were complimenting him on all that he’s done in the 20 plus years of living at his home to improve it, both house and gardens. (He’s a Renaissance-kind of man, extremely talented with his hands, loves to work, artistic, musical, really quite amazing, I think!) His reply, “Well, I follow Mom’s motto, not one that she ever stated, but just lived out wherever we lived,” (at the six homes where we lived during our growing up years. My dad helped with the work, but she was definitely the spear header of it all!) “Leave it better than it was when you moved there.” We had to agree that that was true of her. I miss my mom! ❤

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