Fall 2013, Instagram Edition

Thanksgiving is this week, which – in my mind – heralds the end of fall (my favorite season) and the beginning of that between-season called The Holidays.  It’s not exactly winter yet, since the solstice hasn’t arrived, but our thoughts turn away from autumnal glories and toward tinsel and evergreen and snow and all things twinkly.  But before that shift, I want to take a moment to share some of my favorite snaps from the fall.  I’ve been really into using Instagram lately (you can find me there @backyardyogini) to capture not only our daily moments – there’s plenty of Peanut in my stream – but also moments of beauty that I spot while out and about.  Enjoy:

My favorite family picture snapped this fall... maybe my favorite family picture ever.

My favorite family picture snapped this fall… maybe my favorite family picture ever.

A riot of color in my in-laws' driveway.

A riot of color in my in-laws’ driveway.

Perfect weather for hiking pants and flip-flops on crunchy leaves.

Perfect weather for hiking pants and flip-flops on crunchy leaves.

Early golden leaves appear.

Early golden leaves appear.

My favorite month.

My favorite month.

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These trees reminded me of the cover of “The Magicians,” by Lev Grossman.

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That’s a pumpkin spice chai latte in that cup there. No big deal.

So many perfect running days.  This is where I pound the pavement.

So many perfect running days. This is where I pound the pavement.

I also logged some quality reading time on my in-laws' deck.

I also logged some quality reading time on my in-laws’ deck.

I love golden leaves against a bright blue sky.

I love golden leaves against a bright blue sky.

Too much to stop at just one picture.

Too much to stop at just one picture.

Leaves aren't the only thing that looks good against a backdrop of blue.  This red-berry bush brightened up many a fall run.

Leaves aren’t the only thing that looks good against a backdrop of blue. This red-berry bush brightened up many a fall run.

A bounty of apples.

A bounty of apples.

More blue backdrop - these are Jonagolds ripening on the branch.

More blue backdrop – these are Jonagolds ripening on the branch.

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Peanut didn’t quite get the concept of apple-picking, but I think she had a good time. She’ll love it next year!

Some indoor fun was had, too.  We visited this gigantic Jackson Pollack at the Albright Knox Art Gallery.

Some indoor fun was had, too. We visited this gigantic Jackson Pollack at the Albright Knox Art Gallery.

Hope you’ve all enjoyed your fall!  And now… on to the twinkle lights.

Reflections on my Second Whole30

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Last Friday I wrapped up my second Whole30.  For those who haven’t heard of the program, it’s basically 30 days of super-charged Paleo-style eating.  No grains, no sugar, no dairy, no legumes, no preservatives, no soy, no alcohol, no corn or white potatoes, no cheating.  As I said when explaining the program to my mom, it’s a little nutty, but you can be nutty for 30 days.  Here are some thoughts from the past 30 days:

Buddying Up

Both times I’ve completed the Whole30, I’ve done it with a buddy – my sister-in-law, Emma.  The first time we did the program, she was living with us and taking care of Peanut during the day.  This time, we kept in touch via motivating texts, emails and Instagram photos and exchanged recipes over the phone.  I’d definitely recommend doing the Whole30 with someone else.  Having a buddy to motivate me when it got hard – and it does get hard, but Emma and I cheered one another through those tough parts – was invaluable.  Hubby is supportive, but I don’t know that I could have gotten through it either time without knowing that Emma was in it with me.  When I was tempted to say, “Whatever, it’s just a little bit of preservative, what does it matter?” I remembered that she was sticking to the program and I needed to do the same.  Cheating on the Whole30 would have felt like cheating on Emma, and that pushed me to adhere to the program strictly.

Missing Halloween… Sort Of

Emma and I planned the timing of our Whole30 very carefully.  We started after my birthday (and weekend in Niagara-on-the-Lake) and wrapped up well in advance of Thanksgiving.  It was important to me that I was free to really enjoy the heck out of my birthday, and neither of us wanted to miss out on Thanksgiving festivities.  But unfortunately, that meant that we kind of missed Halloween.  It wasn’t too awful.  I got to enjoy my favorite treat, roasted pumpkin seeds (see above) – I’m more of a salty girl than a sweet tooth.  But it was tough to miss out on the delicious-smelling cider donuts at the pumpkin patch, and I’ll admit to eating more of the Halloween candy that was still laying around after my Whole30 ended than I really meant to.  I’m packing the remainder of the candy up and sending it to work with hubby posthaste.

What I Really Missed

Everyone, it seems, has one thing that’s tougher than anything else to give up.  I’m okay abstaining from sugar (it’s actually easier for me to completely avoid sugar than it is to eat it in moderation), and I’m not a big drinker anyway so it’s not hard to stay away from alcohol.  (I do enjoy wine, but it’s not something that I’ve ever had trouble avoiding if I needed to, especially if there was a good reason – like pregnancy.)  Avoiding all grains is a little harder, but I typically stay away from “junk grains” like white rice and sandwich bread anyway, and save my carbs for really good stuff, like fresh kalamata olive bread from an artisan bakery, which is worth every carb and don’t ever let anyone tell you different.  But for me, the absolute toughest thing to avoid during the Whole30 was dairy.  I’m not a big milk drinker, but I love my plain Greek yogurt and my sharp cheddar cheese.  I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited to eat cheese, of all things, than at the end of this Whole30.  (I’m eating cheese as I type this.  Mmmmmmm, cheese.)

Working Out on the Whole30

On Day 2 (which is typically my toughest day, when I get what I call the “lettuce hangover” where I want to destroy everything green) Peanut and I went for a three mile run in her jogging stroller.  It wasn’t the easiest run, between a bulky jogging stroller, a disgruntled baby, and a queasy tummy, but we got ‘er done.  And from there, it got easier.  Slacking on workouts isn’t an option at the moment, because I’m getting ready for a five mile turkey trot and ideally, I’d like to finish it without embarrassing myself.  Eating clean made my workouts feel easier and I felt my speed increasing run by run, much more so than it does when I’m not as strict about eating whole foods.  (I’m still not fast, but I’m faster than I was.)  They do say that you should really take it easy in the first week, and I did, but then I cranked it up and I feel like I’m in a pretty good position to achieve my goals for the turkey trot and a 5K that I have scheduled for a few weeks after, thanks in large part to eating so well during training.

Lessons Learned

I’ve done the Whole30 before so I didn’t expect that this one would have anything new to teach me, but it did.  The main thing I learned is this: I need to stick with something long-term and not slack as soon as I see results.  It’s harder for me to moderate than it is to just avoid problematic foods.  I’m not saying that I need to abstain entirely and forever from sugar or grains, but I’m going to commit to making those foods count when I eat them.  Going forward, I’m going to make a real effort to only eat sugar or white flour if it’s really worth it to me.  (Kalamata olive bread?  Worth it.  Sandwich bread from the grocery store?  Not worth it.  Fabulous dark chocolate from my co-op, or my mother-in-law’s homemade pies?  Worth it.  Leftover Halloween candy?  Ugh, not worth it.)  I also had a good reminder that, as I said above, eating clean really helps me feel better when I’m running.  Since I have some big running goals for 2014 and 2015, that’s something to keep in mind.

Would I Do It Again?

You betcha!  Emma and I have talked about making the Whole30 a regular thing.  I think that 2-3 times per year would be about my sweet spot.  We both felt sorely in need of this “nutritional reset” (as the program dubs itself) this time, and I’m sure that we will want it again in another six months or so.  It’s well worth the headaches in the grocery store and the additional planning to feel as wonderful as we feel after a few weeks of strict Whole30 eating.

Have you ever done a Whole30?  Would you, or do you think it’s insane?

Lucky # 10

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The Classics Club posted the lucky number for The Classics Spin #4… and it’s…

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Which means I’ll be reading…

Excellent Women

Yay!  I’ve been looking forward to reading Excellent Women – in fact, I’ve been staring at it on my bookshelf for months.  Look for a review later this month or sometime in November.

The Classics Spin #4

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Good news, friends!  The Classics Club is hosting another one of their Classics Spins!  This is the first time I’ve participated, so here’s the idea: you list twenty books from your original list, in no specific order except coordinating with categories that the club comes up with.  The club will randomly choose a number, and whatever book on your spin list corresponds to the selected number, that’s the book that you’re reading next (-ish; you have a certain period of time to read and blog the book – in this case, it’s the remainder of November, and all of December).  Here’s my list:

5 you are dreading/hesitant to read

1. As I Lay Dying, by William Faulkner
2. Doctor Zhivago, by Boris Pasternak
3. Everything that Rises Must Converge, by Flannery O’Connor
4. Finnegan’s Wake, by James Joyce
5. The House of Seven Gables, by Nathaniel Hawthorne

5 you can’t WAIT to read

6. Confessions, by St. Augustine of Hippo
7. Daisy Miller, by Henry James
8. A Room with a View, by E.M. Forster
9. The Hound of the Baskervilles, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
10. Excellent Women, by Barbara Pym

5 you are neutral about

11. The Ambassadors, by Henry James
12. Wide Sargasso Sea, by Jean Rhys
13. Around the World in Eighty Days, by Jules Verne
14. Eugene Onegin, by Alexander Pushkin
15. Slaughterhouse-Five, by fellow Cornellian Kurt Vonnegut

5 free choice (I selected re-reads)

16. My Antonia, by Willa Cather
17. The Optimist’s Daughter, by Eudora Welty
18. Northanger Abbey, by Jane Austen
19. Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier
20. Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott

Can’t wait to see what my “assigned” reading turns out to be!  Check back to see what number the club “spins” and what book I’ll be reading.

Friday Brain Dump

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~ I can’t seem to get organized and get blog posts up lately.  Not sure why that is…  I need to sit down and make myself draft them.

~ Related: I’m still kind of in a reading rut.  I have three books on the go right now, which is unusual for me, and for the past few weeks I’ve had a hard time really getting into anything.  I did start Joanna Trollope’s modern retelling of Sense and Sensibility (for The Austen Project) yesterday and I’m really enjoying it, so here’s hoping that’s the end of my rut.

~ Peanut and I just got back from a four day trip to visit my parents.  It was nice to get some different scenery and Peanut had fun playing with Nana and making some new little friends, but we really missed Daddy.

~ I’m getting SO excited about Thanksgiving – especially about running the Turkey Trot with my sisters-in-law.  My goal is to beat my time from the last time I did this race (2010) and I think I might be able to do it!  I’ve been running four days a week and I feel like I’ve gotten faster in just a few weeks.  We’ll see on race day, though.

~ Today is the last day of my second Whole30.  Sis-in-law Emma and I did the program “together” via text messages, emails and Instagram.  It went well and I feel awesome (just like the last time I did a Whole30), but I’m ready to be done.  I want to have a slice or two of pizza, and I want to be able to grocery shop without obsessing over microscopic amounts of additives.  But I’ve been thinking about what tomorrow will look like and I think I’m going to try to stick to Paleo about 80% of the time, because it seems to be a good eating style for me.  I just want the freedom to have a treat now and then, and to buy turkey jerky without scouring every label.

Happy weekend, friends!

ANNE OF THE ISLAND

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At long last, Anne has realized her cherished ambition to attend Redmond College in Kingsport, Nova Scotia, and study for her B.A.  It took two years of working and saving to come up with her tuition, but when Anne finally reaches the longed-for day, she’s reluctant to leave her beloved Prince Edward Island.  She has some company in her exile, though: Queens Academy friend Priscilla will be studying at Redmond too, as will Gilbert Blythe and Charlie Sloane from Avonlea.  Anne arrives in Kingsport and quickly reunites with Priscilla, but even with her old friends around her, she feels countrified and out of place.  If we know anything about Anne, though, it’s this: it’s impossible to keep her down for long.

Sure enough, Anne begins to put “soul-roots” into Kingsport and soon finds that the big, unfriendly city starts to feel like home.  She’s helped along the way by long rambles in a charming graveyard and by her rollicking social life with Priscilla, Gilbert, and new pal Philippa Gordon.  When Anne and Priscilla’s friend Stella (another Queens graduate) comes to join them, the girls move into a sweet, charming cottage called “Patty’s Place,” complete with two china dogs guarding their hearth and Stella’s Aunt Jamesina keeping house for them.  Patty’s place is the scene of many girlish adventures over the next few years: studies, parties, and love affairs.

Yes, romance has begun to pop up in Anne’s world!  She receives several marriage proposals: two are laughably awful, but the other two… I won’t spoil things, but Anne has some big decisions to make.  There’s Roy Gardner: handsome, rich, and charming – in short, everything Anne has always believed her Prince Charming would be.  But then there’s Gilbert, who makes no secret of the fact that he wants more than just Anne’s friendship.  The question is, are Anne’s feelings for Gilbert deepening, or will he always be just friend material?

Anne of the Island is my favorite of the Anne books, and has been since the first time I read the series.  I love seeing Anne initially out of her element, and watching her fall in love with Kingsport and grow into a serious, purposeful young woman.  The safe, cozy atmosphere of Patty’s Place is the perfect place for Anne to spread her wings, knowing her girlfriends are right there to call her on her nonsense if necessary, while they all support and cheer one another on.  Her romantic misadventures are both amusing and dramatic, and the final scenes of the book – when it becomes terribly clear to Anne just who the right man for her is, but it might be too late – are heart-stirring.  I can’t think of a single thing I’d change about Anne of the Island – basically, it’s perfect.

Buy Anne of the Island, by L.M. Montgomery, here (not an affiliate link), or support your local indie bookstore!  I’m submitting this review as part of my Classics Club challenge.

Reading Round-Up: October 2013

Reading is my oldest and favorite hobby.  I literally can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t love to curl up with a good book.  Here are my reads for October, 2013…

Her Royal Spyness (Her Royal Spyness Mysteries #1), by Rhys Bowen – Lady Georgianna Rannoch (Georgie to her friends) is in an impossible position.  Thirty-fourth in line for the throne, she’s an impoverished royal who Queen Mary expects to either marry an odious foreign prince or accept a position as lady-in-waiting to an elderly relative.  Georgie doesn’t like either of these scenarios, so she flees her family seat in the Scottish Highlands for London, where the Queen immediately enlists her to spy on David, the Prince of Wales, and his entirely unsuitable (married! American!) flame, Wallis Simpson.  Georgie is trying to balance her new spying role with an incognito job as a maid when a horrible Frenchman – who is trying to steal Castle Rannoch away from her family – is found dead in her bathtub, and her brother Binky is the prime suspect.  Now Georgie must race against the clock to find the killer and clear Binky’s name.  This was a cute, silly, fun mystery set in the between-the-wars period in England.

MaddAddam (MaddAddam Trilogy #3), by Margaret Atwood – The conclusion to the sweeping dystopic MaddAddam Trilogy was the best yet.  This volume focused mainly on the shadowy backstory of Zeb (a.k.a. “Spirit Bear” in MaddAddam parlance) as told to Toby and, through Toby, to the Crakers.  (The chapters in which Toby relates Zeb’s story to the Crakers are the best of the entire trilogy, in my opinion.  I laughed out loud every time I read the words, “Yes, good kind Crake.  Please stop singing.”)  Meanwhile, the Crakers have taken refuge with the MaddAddamites, who are rushing to muster defenses against another Painballer attack and, they hope, find their leader Adam One in the process.  I was hooked on this trilogy from early on, and MaddAddam was a wonderful conclusion.  Outstanding.

Anne of Ingleside (Anne of Green Gables #6), by L.M. Montgomery – This sixth volume of the Anne books is the first that focuses more on Anne’s children than on Anne herself.  Each of the kids – Jem, Walter, Nan and Di, Shirley and Rilla – gets a chapter or two dedicated to his or her adventures.  Anne, however, hovers in the background as the children’s beloved mother.  A sweet addition to the series, but not my favorite.

Attachments, by Rainbow Rowell – Oh, my goodness, I just LOVED this.  I’ve been hearing so much about Rainbow Rowell since her most recent novel, Eleanor and Park, was released to general acclaim, but I thought Attachments sounded more my speed, so I grabbed it.  It’s the story of Lincoln, an “internet security officer” who finds himself, rather than fighting against online vice, writing reports every time one of the employees at the newspaper for which he works forwards an inappropriate joke.  In his “red-flagged” folder, Lincoln often finds email exchanges between Jennifer, a copy editor, and Beth, an entertainment reporter, who know that someone is reading their email but still share every aspect of their lives with one another.  Lincoln can’t bring himself to report Beth and Jennifer, because he finds himself liking them both and looking forward to reading their emails.  But soon Lincoln realizes he might have deeper feelings for Beth.  This book was SO sweet, and so much fun.  I read it in a day and loved every word.

Rainbow Valley (Anne of Green Gables #7), by L.M. Montgomery – Anne’s children are in that magical stage of childhood, and their active imaginations dream up all kinds of adventures in their favorite haunt, Rainbow Valley (named by Walter).  When a new minister’s family, the Merediths, moves into the manse on the other side of the Valley, the Blythe children take the Merediths into their hearts.  A runaway named Mary Vance rounds out the little crew (and introduces the occasional bit of friction).  I love all of these kids, but bright, spirited Faith Meredith is my favorite.  (The scene in which she marches into the home of a notorious curmudgeon and orders him to return to church and contribute to her father’s salary is priceless.)

Rilla of Ingleside (Anne of Green Gables #8), by L.M. Montgomery – The final volume of the Avonlea books is the first in which the external world really encroaches on our dear Prince Edward Island.  When the book opens, international conflict is simmering, but everyone is shocked when full-blown war erupts.  Soon Jem Blythe and Jerry Meredith have left for the front, and more of the youth of Glen St. Mary are to follow – including my beloved Faith (by now, Jem’s fiancée!) who goes off to drive an ambulance.  Rilla, the youngest Blythe, is coming of age at home.  She turns from a flighty, boy-crazy girl into a serious woman who has been touched by tragedy.  This is one of the best books of the entire series – by turns heart-wrenching and uplifting.  Love.

The Tao of Martha: My Year of Living, or Why I’m Never Getting All That Glitter Off the Dog, by Jen Lancaster – This was my first Jen Lancaster book, and it was cute, but not as laugh-out-loud hilarious as I expected.  I mostly read it because I love Martha, and I did get a good giggle at Jen’s bumbling attempts to live according to “the Tao of Martha.”  And the Halloween chapter was pretty hilarious.  (I also have to agree with Jen that there are “Martha people” and there are “Oprah people.”  In fact, the only real argument that my BFF, R, and I ever had was a stupid disagreement over who’s better, Martha or Oprah.  I said Martha, she said Oprah.  Ultimately, we decided to agree to disagree, but it was tense for a week or so.)  Anyway, this was cute, but not as fabulous as I thought it would be.

A Royal Pain (Her Royal Spyness Mysteries #2) – Georgie is back and the Queen has another assignment for her.  She is to play hostess to Princess Hannelore of Bavaria, in hopes that Hanni will draw Prince David’s eye away from the odious Mrs. Simpson.  But Hanni turns out to be more of a handful than Georgie expected, and Georgie finds herself working overtime to cure the Princess of her embarrassing habits of shoplifting and speaking in phrases culled from American gangster movies.  Then when Georgie and Hanni stumble across a body in a bookstore, ish gets real.  Another cute, fluffy mystery, and I loved Hanni.  (“I have some moonshine, please?”)

The Tent, by Margaret Atwood – This slim volume was outstanding.  Atwood’s collection of fictional essays, illustrated by her own hand, was creative and thought-provoking.  (I especially loved the Chicken Little piece, a call to action on climate change.)  I only wish I’d taken my time with this book.  I blazed through it in a day, but I should have taken a month, and read one story each day, and really let it percolate – because I think I missed a lot.  I’d like to read Good Bones, a similar Atwood book, and I’ll try that approach next time.

Fangirl, by Rainbow Rowell – Cath Avery is a fish out of water in her new life at college.  Between avoiding her surly roommate, Reagan, and Reagan’s boyfriend Levi, worrying about her party-girl twin, Wren, and keeping tabs on their lonely dad, Cath has next to no time for herself.  But she escapes into the world of online fan-fiction, where she is a popular writer of “fic” based on a Harry Potter-esque series of books.  But Cath will have to learn to navigate the real world eventually, as Wren and their dad spiral out of control and her friendship with Levi deepens.  Still, will she ever be as comfortable with reality as she is with her fictional world?  This was a sweet read, and although I didn’t love it as much as I loved Attachments, I was still fully invested and rooting for the characters.

The Devil and Miss Prym, by Paolo Coelho – I’ve been meaning to read this one for a long time.  One day, a stranger arrives in a mountain village and offers a bargain: if anyone in the village is murdered within a week, the entire village will receive a fortune in gold.  Coelho provides plenty of food for thought as the villagers debate whether to take the stranger up on his offer and, if they do, who should die.  This wasn’t my favorite Coelho (The Alchemist still beats all for me) but it was interesting.

Royal Flush (Her Royal Spyness Mysteries #3), by Rhys Bowen – After an embarrassing attempt to earn a living as a dinner and theatre companion, Georgie is shipped unceremoniously back to Castle Rannoch in Scotland, where she must negotiate the demands of her horrid sister-in-law, Fig, and their even more horrid houseguest, Wallis Simpson.  And Georgie has another mission, too: someone is trying to kill off the heirs to the throne.  All three princes have had near-fatal accidents, and even Georgie’s brother Binky, the Duke of Rannoch (thirty-second in line) is laid up after getting his foot caught in a suspicious trap.  Who could want to bump off the royal family?  Georgie is going to find out.  Cute, as usual, and I’m enjoying Georgie’s exploits more and more.

It may not seem like it from this list, but I actually hit a reading slump this month, for the first time in a LONG time.  All of these books, with the exception of Royal Flush, were finished by October 18th or earlier.  The second half of the month, I just couldn’t seem to focus my attention on a book for anything.  I read plenty of magazines, and watched more TV than usual.  But I think I’ve finally snapped out of it and I’m enjoying Donna Tartt’s massive new book, The Goldfinch – more on that next month.  I expect I’ll have a better, more bookish November.

Halloween 2013

(First of all, let me apologize for missing Monday’s and Wednesday’s posts.  I thought I had posts scheduled to go up, but evidently I didn’t.  Oops.  Everything is fine here and I haven’t had any babies or anything.)

Halloween!  I looooooooove Halloween.  It’s smack in the middle of my favorite season, it’s the unofficial start of the holidays, and I just love the day.  My birthday is in mid-October, so when I was a kid I often had Halloween-themed birthday parties.  Hubby even calls me “Jaclyn Lantern” – one of my favorite nicknames.  This year, I was both excited for and dreading Halloween at the same time.  Dreading because my sister-in-law Emma and I are in the midst of a Whole30 – my second and her third – so neither of us would be able to partake in the sugary parts of the holiday.  (That candy bowl did call to me fairly loudly last night, but I decided I was just hungry and shut it up with a chicken curry with carrots and kale.  It was a lot easier to resist the candy than it was to avoid the cider donuts at the pumpkin patch, though.  That was kind of painful.)

But Whole30 aside, I was really very excited for this Halloween because it would be the first time that Peanut could participate.  Last year she was teeny tiny and had only been home from the NICU for twenty days, so we were still trying to adjust to the lack of sleep and figure out life with a newborn.  Add to that, Superstorm Sandy swept through and while we didn’t really get hit in DC, we had enough rain that it made getting out to the store to buy a costume almost impossible.  By the time I made it out of the house, most of the newborn sized costumes were gone.  I ended up finding a tutu at Target and paired it with a onesie we already had to make a slapdash ballerina costume.

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This year, we were determined to do it up right… or at least half-heartedly.  Peanut is still too little for trick-or-treating, but we procured plenty of candy for our trick-or-treaters (a bust; we only got one kid – hubby’s office is going to be sugar-high for a looooooong time) and we got Peanut a real costume to wear for her first visit to the pumpkin patch.  This year, she was a…

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Kitty cat!

(Carters had two costumes in her size: a kitty cat and a ladybug.  The were both darling and I couldn’t choose, so we let Daddy decide, and he picked the kitty.  I think he made the right decision!)

Last weekend, we took our little kitty to the pumpkin patch to pick out our pumpkins – something else we didn’t bother with last year.  We picked a small farm instead of the gigantic pumpkin colossus that most families here visit, because we thought it would be less overwhelming for Peanut, and I think we made the right call, because the pumpkin farm was plenty stimulating.  There were hayrides and pony rides, which we skipped – maybe next year – a gigantic contraption for bobbing for apples, two barns full of animals to greet, and plenty of pumpkins and apples for the choosing.

We immediately headed for the barns.  Peanut loved visiting with the animals at Mount Vernon, so we thought she’d get a big kick out of these.  Well, I think we either surprised her or got too close, because she burst into tears at the very first stall (donkeys).  I whisked her outside, calmed her down, and we went back in when she was ready.  After the initial cloudburst, she was all smiles as she met horses, cows, sheep, goats, a gigantic bunny rabbit, a dog and a cat.  The cat was the biggest hit of the day.

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Next we meandered over by the apple stalls and checked out the fresh produce on offer (and tortured ourselves with the smells of cider donuts).

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Then we headed into the pumpkin patch for the main event: choosing our family pumpkins!

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On Halloween itself, Peanut and I enjoyed a snuggly day at home filled with plenty of reading (she’s very into the Karen Katz lift-the-flaps books, so we read Where Is Baby’s Pumpkin? about seventy-five times), giggles and treats.

Giggles:

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Treats:

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(My absolute favorite Halloween treat: roasted pumpkin seeds!  Why yes, I do look forward to these all. year. long.)

Hope your Halloween was as much fun as our multi-day extravaganza!  (And I hope you got more than one trick-or-treater.  Weak.)

ANNE OF AVONLEA

Anne of AvonleaThis second volume of the Anne of Green Gables series will always be one of my favorites.  Anne is growing up and coming into her own.  At the end of Anne of Green Gables (spoiler alert, for those who haven’t read it!) Anne has decided to forego the prestigious scholarship she won to Redmond College and, instead, to stay home and help the aging Marilla run Green Gables.  Anne originally planned to teach at a neighboring village’s school, but her old foe Gilbert Blythe – who’d won the Avonlea school – gallantly agreed to give it up for her.  This meant several things: (1) Anne could remain with Marilla full-time; (2) Gilbert would need to live away from home and pay rent, making it harder for him to eventually put himself through college; and (3) Anne finally has the opportunity to bury the hatchet and accept GIlbert’s renewed offer of friendship.

Yay for the long-awaited Anne-Gilbert friendship!  As the two smartest kids in Avonlea, they’re made to be friends, and it was only Anne’s stubborn refusal to forgive Gilbert for calling her “Carrots” that stood in their way.  Anne glories in her new friendship, finding Gilbert an invaluable ally in their newly-founded Avonlea Village Improvement Society and a good sounding board on teaching strategies.

Of course, this being Anne, things don’t go entirely smoothly for her.  The A.V.I.S. runs into trouble when, despite its good intentions, the Avonlea Village Hall is painted a hideous shade of blue instead of the green they’d planned.  Anne struggles with one of her pupils, Anthony Pye, who is determined to dislike her because she’s a “girl teacher” and therefore can’t be any good.  (Anne, for her part, is determined to make Anthony love her.  The rest of Avonlea begs her not to waste her time – Anthony is a Pye, after all – but Anne can’t be persuaded to give up on Anthony.  In the end she wins his respect, if not his love, but not in the way she’d hoped or expected to.)  And Anne’s hands are full at home, too, because she and Marilla have done the unthinkable and adopted a pair of twins.  Davy and Dora Keith are sweet and adorable, and Davy adds plenty of spice and mischief to life at Green Gables.  No, Anne can’t escape twins, but Davy and Dora are responsible for most of the funny moments in Anne of Avonlea.

Still, although Anne is busy and sometimes frustrated, her life is sweet.  She can always count on Marilla for love, Mrs. Rachel Lynde for a spicy (but honest) remark, Diana for friendship and moonlit strolls, and Gilbert for good comradeship (although by the end of the book, Gilbert is starting to want something more).  And there are new friendships to savor: Miss Lavender Lewis and her little housemaid Charlotta the Fourth, and Anne’s sweet student Paul Irving, who has the soul of a poet.  It’s a good life in Avonlea.

I love Anne of Avonlea.  It’s up in the top three of my favorite Anne books – check back to see which others I especially love.  There’s humor, sweetness, and the very beginnings of romance.  What’s not to like?

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