I made a pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving from some of the pumpkins we grew in our garden. Jenny had already steamed and frozen them, so all I had to do was thaw them out and mix them in like the usual canned filling.
It’s hard to put my finger on just how, but it tasted different - and better than usual. It somehow tasted a little lighter, a little fresher
. It had a crispness to it, like a bright autumn day. Â
Fresh, gusty winds blow strong and clean. They force their way deep inside us. Clouds grow into frost crystal trees as the cold front moves in behind us. I know we’ll sleep soundly tonight. Â