At 6:30pm it was dark already, thanks to the time change. It was cold and windy outside, so it was nice to get home to start supper.
I remember these cold fall nights when I was in high school. Mom and I would be in the kitchen, her getting supper ready, and me setting the table (usually under duress, I wasn't a very obliging daughter). She'd have the radio tuned either to CBC or to a radio station out of Maine. We'd listen to Paul Harvey read the news and laugh as he announced, "And now, you know the REST of the story." It was something we agreed on - Paul Harvey's stories were always entertaining.
There was a certain comfort to be found looking out into the darkness from the warmth of that kitchen. Suppertime meant that everyone would soon be sitting around the table, talking about what went on during the day, and sneaking crumbs to Bentley, our dog.
Cutting carrots tonight took me right back to that kitchen. Mom could peel and cut carrots faster than anyone I know. She cut them against her thumb and they would fall into the pot, making a metallic pong as they fell. Tonight, I tried a few cuts against my thumb, but was sure I'd end up with a big gash. Try as I might, I've never been able to chop carrots like her. Someday, maybe.