The past several days haven’t been much about cooking.  I’ve been having too much fun enjoying the fall weather out in my garden.  As I watched literally hundreds of people wander my street to enjoy the beautiful fall leaves I was reminded that feeding oneself is as much about the spirit as the stomach.  The rains will be here soon enough beckoning me back to the kitchen, but in the meantime these are some of the things feeding my soul.

Fall leaves outside my window…

Discovering cartoon cute (but posionous!) mushrooms in my yard…

Chatting with Gibson while he observes the day…

Being surprised at a brand new flower blooming in the garden….

And of course a teeny bit of food…. freshly roasted pumpkin seeds for snacks.

Feeding oneself happens many ways.  What are some of yours?