Christmas is coming and I am getting fat. Well, I would be, if I weren't dieting to avoid it happening - bah. I love this time of year. This is the time of year when my diet changes from the fresh fruit of summer to the rich foods of the autumn harvest and I get excited by the thought of dried fruit, nuts, seeds, meats. I think I should have been a pioneer. At the very least I should have lived in a time when seasonal eating was a way of life. I suppose that is any time before about 1900.
I'm fighting the urge to batten down the hatches. To eat for Britain and to curl up in front of the fire with a list of improving things to do. To sew, spin, weave, knit. I think I have missed the glut of preserving and drying of foods this year however, and have moved straight into eating them!
One of the side effects of living a life that honours the seasons is that when the season changes it hits you like a sledgehammer. This is only a problem when you can't adapt your life to fit. I'm still working on office time, so I have to function just the same as I did during summer. Or at least appear to. I think that is why I am fighting these seasonal changes within me. There is no point in putting on fat to last me through the lean part of winter because there is no lean part of winter anymore. There is no point in my preserving and drying foods to last through because foods are available fresh all year round. There is no point in sewing, spinning, weaving and knitting unless for pleasure because warm clothing can easily be bought more cheaply than my supplies. If I do these things is it because I choose to live this way, to honour the seasons and the rhythm of life.
