Autumn Splendor...

I am not sure when October came and went by… I am taking things slow and putting my family, friends and health before everything! I know many have asked me the reason for absence of my blog posts, but it’s just that I feel that the compulsion to post recipes just for the sake of posting has never been my idea of blogging and I will post the recipes when an honest desire to breathe some life into this space takes over the lethargy! Although the number of posts may trickle down to just a handful, but please be assured that they will be something that I have loved cooking for my loved ones and you, my readers! I will try to post couple of recipes sitting pretty in archives whenever time permits.

I may have lost the appetite to photograph the food, albeit temporarily, but I have been enjoying taking my camera with me for my morning walks. I am sharing some of the photographs, from hundreds I had taken, of my most favourite season which I clicked through the month of October from the day the lush green leaves slowly changed colours to the brightest shades of yellows, reds, oranges, gold and rust… Autumn shows us how beautiful is it to let things go…

“It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.”
~ Sarah Addison Allen

“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”

~ Lauren DeStefano

“Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile."
~ William Cullen Bryant







“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.”
~ Jim Bishop

“I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.”

~ Lee Maynard

“And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days...”
~ Dylan Thomas

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

~ George Eliot