There is one fall tradition I’ve managed to hang on to every year without fail: making a fall wreath. Yesterday my sweet friend, Kacey, and I got together for some fall crafting. It was so relaxing and the perfect way to bring in the season.
Somewhere along the way as our culture broke free from social pressures to entertain and get family dinner on the table by 5pm, we lost the habit of gathering. We let food become fast and convenient, cooking a necessary evil to outsource. It’s funny how that happens with change. We often swing wide in the opposite direction for a while, working so intensely to steer clear of past baggage and mistakes that we lose the goodness that thing had in the first place. The goodness, in this case, being the joy and downright holiness of the kitchen.