I dream of autumn all year long.
It’s my very favorite time of year. The golden quality of the light, the trees changing colors, the crispness of the air. Snappy apples, and warm spice mixes, and hot drinks. Sweaters. Oh, the sweaters. Autumn is the one season where I wake up thrilled about the weather everyday. I talk a lot about seasons on this blog, and it’s at least in some part because it’s easy to get out of touch with the cycle of the year. If you’re not cutting hay or harvesting corn or, I don’t know, patching the thatch on your cottage, it’s easy to ignore the seasons. Life used to be a lot more seasonal.
This fall, I’m predictably very much interested in: