When the Garden Starts to Feel Like Fall
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The Lantern and Oak
Stories of Home. Timeless Living.
The Journal of Melissa LaRosa Interiors
Every home has a story. This is where we come to tell them.
There is something about this time of year that makes me want to stay home.
Maybe it's knowing the holidays aren't very far away.
Maybe it's the first subtle change in the afternoon light.
Or maybe it's simply that September begins to make me crave the rituals of home again.
I want to be outside in the garden with a basket on my arm, gathering whatever is ready. I want herbs clipped just before dinner. Vegetables brought inside with a little dirt still clinging to them. Something simmering on the stove while the kitchen windows catch the last bit of afternoon sun.
I want the house to smell like something has been cooking for hours.
And suddenly, I'm thinking about Thanksgiving.
Christmas.
Family coming through the door.
Recipes we've made so many times nobody needs to look at the instructions anymore.
This is the time of year when home begins calling us back inside.
Gathered From The Garden
A little taste of the season ahead. Gathered slowly, enjoyed simply. One of autumn’s simplest pleasures.
The Garden and the Kitchen Have Always Belonged Together
Long before we could buy nearly any ingredient in any season, the garden helped determine what appeared on the table.
Kitchen gardens were practical places. Depending on the region, season and household, they might contain vegetables, herbs, fruits and plants grown for cooking or household use.
What was ready outside naturally found its way into the kitchen.
I love the simplicity of that relationship.
Grow it. Gather it. Cook it. Share it.
There's something incredibly grounding about walking outside for rosemary instead of reaching for a plastic container in the refrigerator.
Or watching a child pull something from the soil and then seeing it appear beside dinner later that evening.
It reminds us that food doesn't begin at the grocery store.
And perhaps more importantly, it slows us down enough to notice the season we're actually living in.
Gather What The Season Gives
Long before “seasonal living” became a phrase, the garden quietly shaped the rhythms of home-what was cooked, what was preserved, and what was shared around the table.
Fall Looks a Little Different in the South
Here in Florida, autumn doesn't always announce itself dramatically.
We aren't necessarily waking up to crisp mornings and trees blazing orange in September.
Sometimes fall arrives much more quietly.
The light changes.
The evenings begin to feel different.
We start thinking about what we want to plant as temperatures eventually become kinder.
And inside the house, our appetites begin changing before the weather does.
Suddenly I want roasted vegetables.
Fresh bread on the counter.
Herbs scattered over something warm from the oven.
A pot on the stove that makes everyone wander into the kitchen asking, “What are you making?”
Maybe that's our version of the first falling leaf.
Growing Something Changes the Way You Cook
You don't need an enormous garden to experience this.
A few pots of herbs can change dinner.
Tomatoes growing near the porch can become a sauce.
Fresh basil can turn an ordinary weeknight meal into something that smells like you've been cooking all afternoon.
And when you've waited for something to grow, you become much less interested in wasting it.
You start planning around what you have.
A handful of herbs becomes the beginning of dinner rather than the finishing touch.
A bowl of vegetables on the counter becomes inspiration.
Cooking becomes less about following a recipe perfectly and more about looking around and asking:
What do we have, and what can we make from it?
I think generations before us understood that instinctively.
From Garden to Supper
Historically, fall was one of the busiest seasons in the home kitchen. Harvests were preserved, herbs were dried, and recipes were shaped by what the garden provided-traditions that still make an autumn kitchen feel nostalgic.
The Beginning of Holiday Cooking
This is also the point in the year when my mind inevitably begins wandering toward the holidays.
Not necessarily the decorations yet.
The food.
The dishes that only seem to taste right when the people you love are crowded around the table.
The recipes written in someone's handwriting.
The one thing everyone expects you to make.
The smell that immediately transports you to another Thanksgiving or another Christmas kitchen.
Food has an extraordinary ability to hold memory.
Sometimes a recipe becomes as much a part of a family's history as a photograph.
And I love the idea that some of those memories can begin in the garden.
Something planted.
Something tended.
Something gathered.
Something cooked.
And finally, something passed around the table.
Perhaps This Is What Seasonal Living Really Means
We hear so much about decorating our homes for the seasons.
And I love making a home feel beautiful for fall.
But the older I get, the more I think seasonal living has less to do with what we put around the house and more to do with what we do inside it.
Opening the door and spending an hour in the garden.
Bringing a basket back into the kitchen.
Cooking something from scratch when ordering dinner would certainly be easier.
Setting the table on an ordinary evening.
Calling the children into the kitchen to taste something.
Letting the house smell like supper.
Those are the things that make me feel the season changing.
And maybe that's why this time of year makes me want to be home so badly.
Because fall isn't only the beginning of cooler weather.
For me, it's the beginning of gathering season.
The garden gathers what it has grown.
We gather ingredients in the kitchen.
Soon we'll gather people around the table.
And before we know it, the porch light will be glowing while the people we love are arriving for the holidays.
That's the part I'm looking forward to most.
May your home always be a place where stories are gathered, seasons are celebrated and the porch light is left on a little longer.
— Melissa
