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.  

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.