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By sassy Date: 2005 Oct 09 Comment on this Work [[2005.10.09.13.36.3313]] |
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Nesting Instinct. In October my instincts turn to nesting. The house has been cleaned top to bottom, the bedcovers changed from summer light to heavy, plush cranberry. There are pumpkin spice candles on the tabletops and real pumpkins on the steps. I drag you apple picking and we come home with a trunk full, and I have spent hours baking pies for everyone we know, and watching you eat them, the almost sensual satisfaction on your face as tart and sweet and flaky mingle in your mouth. Today there is lemon chicken in the oven, and homemade bread and you wonder out loud where this Betty Crocker homemaker genius came from. I wonder if she scares you but you seem content as a fat cat woth a bowl of cream as you pull me down onto your lap and say Nah, I think I could live like this. |