Monday, August 24
It's a coming. There's a chill in the air at night, I've broken out the thicker duvet, been foraging for blackberries and made the first soup of the season.
So looking forward to snuggly blankets, pumpkin carving, mashed potato, bonfire smells, furry coats, crispy days, falling leaves, Christmas countdown, boots and tights, stripy mittens.
I love the seasons, me.*
*Apart from winter, which I like for December, then get totally sick of come mid-January and no amount of fairy lights, hot chocolate, roaring fires and knitted hats with cat ears can get me out of my seasonal grump.