When Autumn Comes to Arizona

a fake pumpkin in a coffee mug
A little to much pumpkin in the latte?

When Ed and I moved to Arizona, we were drawn to the turquoise blue skies, the mild winters, beautiful sunsets, and the way you can see a million stars in the clear night sky. But, I’ll have to admit, I miss fall. Don’t get me wrong, we have seasons here in the desert southwest, winters differ greatly from summers, but the changes are subtle. You have to be on the lookout or they will pass you by. Here’s how I do Autumn in Arizona:

Forget about Daylight Savings Time

It doesn’t exist in Arizona. We are one of the two states that do not save daylight. (The other being Hawaii, where they don’t worry about time anyway.) There’s no adjustment period when the clock suddenly “falls back” or “springs forward.” The only slight adjustment I make is keeping track of what time my friends and family in Michigan, Illinois, Indiana, and Georgia are on when it comes time to make a phone call.

It is rather nice. Being retired, I have the luxury of waking with the sun each morning, meaning I sleep in longer in the winter. My biological clock is in sync with the seasons. (That’s not to say I go to bed at dusk, mind you, thanks to the invention of indoor lighting and Netflix.)

Add Some Fall Decor

There are few deciduous trees here unless you go up to the mountains or have a pomegranate tree, so forget about leaves (nothing to rake, however.) Here in Arizona, you have to make your own autumn ambience. Hang a fake leaf wreath, light a pumpkin spice candle. It’s a feeble attempt, I know, but it helps.

Wardrobe Changes

It took me years to figure out how to dress for the seasons in Arizona. A friend of mine who’s been here longer than I have says “It’s all about layering.” I still don’t have it right. The other day I met some friends for coffee. It was 50 degrees when I left home. I put on a long- sleeved tee and jeans. We sat outside, and by the time our lattes arrived, I was too hot. Back home, I changed into shorts and sleeveless top. Once the sun went down, the temperature took a nose dive and I put on a sweatshirt and yoga pants. We do a lot of laundry at our house this time of year.

Seasonal Food

Cool, crisp salads are making way for soups, Ed’s homemade bread, and yes, I’ll admit it:  Pumpkin Spice Latte. My new favorite comes from Trader Joe and I mix it in with my chai tea. Perfect for sipping by the fire pit in the evening while making s’mores.

Yeah, I know, it’s not the same. Those of you who live in other parts of the country will have your beautiful leaves, the first snowfall, White Christmas. I miss it, and in fact, I’ve just returned from a trip to the Midwest where I experienced a week of Real Fall. But come January, February, and March, you’ll be calling me for reservations. Our guest room books up fast.

Author’s note: a version of this story originally appeared in the November 2022 issue of the Oro Valley Style Magazine

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Daffodil Days

Daffodils

This time of year, I’m obsessed with them. Maybe it goes back to my Midwestern roots. I spent most of my life in southern Indiana where winters are cold, drizzly, and gray. During winter, the glorious decidous trees of autumn are bare and stark, the luxurious green lawns of summer are brown and muddy and cabin fever rages. It was the worst time of year for those of us in the teaching profession. The period between winter break and spring break seemed to go on forever. Indoor recess had lost it’s charm, students were restless, and teachers were weary.

The Little House in the Woods

When my husband and I moved our family to a house in the woods, the kids and I planted daffodil bulbs on the hillside behind the house. Each dormant bulb held the promise that spring would come. We couldn’t wait to see the first green shoots springing up form under the leaf mulch in the woods. When the hillside burst into bloom, we knew winter days would soon be gone. Each year, I would gather a large boquet and bring it inside.

Josie’s Favorite

Daffodils were my grandmother’s favorite flower. She called them jonquils. I like to call them that too, though purists say ” While regionally jonquils may be called daffodils, this is botanically inaccurate. They are both in the Narcissus family, however there are slight differences. “

So what’s in a name? My grandmother’s name was Josephine Marie. She prefered to go by Marie, but allowed Gandpa to call her Josie . “..a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”

(Those of you who are really paying attention will note that Grandma is standing in front of tulips,not daffodils or jonquils or roses… but you get the idea.)

Daffodils in the Desert

Now I live in the Southwest. There is an abundance of wildflowers blooming in the desert this spring, but sadly, no daffodils grow here. I went to Trader Joe’s to get some. I didn’t find them with the fresh flowers and was about give up when I spotted some bunches of spindly little stems in pre-bloom stage bound together with a rubber band and stacked in a wooden box. With no water. Orphans. I had to bring them home. As per the directions on the tag, I snipped off a half and inch from each stem and put them into some water.

a box of daffodil shoots displayed in a store
snipping off the tips of daffodil stems

I wasn’t expecting much, but by the next morning…

a green vase of daffodil buds
a green vase full of yellow daffodils

….my kitchen counter was glowing with yellow blooms! I know they are short-lived, but for now I am enjoying the burst of spring, the reminders of Grandma, my Indiana home, and the end of winter.

But I think it’s deeper than that. Perhaps , for me, these bright yellow blooms bursting from dormant bulbs and spindly stalks give me hope and courage. Their blooms are fleeting. Their message lingers.

Have a joyous spring my friends!

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4 Lessons from a Winter Tree

It happens every year. I’ve just retruned from a three week trip to visit friends and family for the holidays. The wacky, wonderful flurry of food, fun, and fellowship has ended, and the quiet descends on me like a blanket of winter snow. Post holiday blues? Fatigue? Too much of the wrong kind of food (and beverage) and not enough exercise and sleep? All of the above.

Through the years, I’ve learned the signs, and I know myself well enough not to panic. This year, I am inspired by the trees surrounding our holiday home in Indiana. Here are 4 things I’ve learned from winter trees:

Madera Canyon, Arizona

A Walk in the Woods

” Keep close to Nature’s heart…and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” -John Muir

Walk with me…

It’s that time of year again. I miss the crisp air and fall colors in my Indiana hometown. But I’ve discovered a hidden gem just a short drive from Tucson, Arizona. Madera Canyon “washes my spirit clean.” Breathe the cool, fresh air. Look around. Listen. Few words are needed. Come, walk with me…

See a blush of fall color…

Listen to the water dancing over the rocks. Feel the cool mountain stream…

Get in touch with a tree…

Wonder at ancient stones…

The circular depression in this boulder is a mortar used by prehistoric people to process wild plant food.

Delight in the unexpected

Renew…

Thanks Madera Canyon. We’ll come back soon.
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DIY Herb Drying Rack

Under cupboard, no tools required

One of the joys of retirement is that I have time to explore hobbies. I’ll admit, I’m not much of a gardener, and the desert Southwest makes it even more challenging, but I have a small herb garden in the corner of my yard. Here is where Oregano, Thyme, Mint, and Sage live in large clay pots. Rosemary is a wild thing. She is planted in the ground where she is free to grow where she will.

My garden also includes an agave, a succulent, a jasmine vine, and two lizzards, none of which are edible.

My husband Ed is the chef of the family and the fresh herbs we grow are an important part of his meal creations. This time of year we grow more than we can use, so I’ve divised a simple way to dry and store them. This is my kind of DIY project. No tools, quick and easy.

You will need:

An expansion rod that fits under your kitchen cabinet, and thread or fine string
For this project, you will need to check under your upper kitchen cabinets to see if an expansion rod will fit. This is the key to the project. (Tip: do any adjustments to the fit now… then remove the rod and place it on the counter top while attaching the herbs.)

Gather and rinse your herbs

Oregano and Thyme fresh from the garden

String them

Cut a piece of thread about 10-12 inches long. Wrap one end tightly around the top of several sprigs. (no need to tie if you wrap it securly)
Wrap a second bunch using the other end of the same thread.
Now drape the thread over the expansion rod.

Hang them to dry

Once your bundles of herbs are on the rod, carfully attach the expansion rod under your cupboard and …
Voila! Your DIY Herb Drying Rack is complete! The beautiful hanging herbs will make your kitchen look (and smell) like a gourmet chef’s paradise. (Bonus tip…Stage it with a fancy cookbook to impress your friends. 🙂

Processing and storing your dried herbs

You will know when your herbs are dry when they are crunchy. Here in the southwest, just a few days is all we need. Grind the leaves in a coffee bean grinder that is used only for herbs,(unless you are partial to coffee-flavored herbs) then store them in airtight containers. (We like these from Bed Bath and Beyond)

So my work here is done. Now it’s Ed’s turn…I wonder what he’ll be making for dinner with oregano and thyme…Italian, I hope….

Bon appitit!
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