well, kindred spirits, the autumn season is upon us. you all know what this means.
this is the time of year that abby goes a little nuts. more than usual.
abby loves autumn. the chill in the air. the scents of pecan pie and apple cider warming on the stove. the breeze that makes the leaves dance off of the driveway and into the grass in a charming, fleeting waltz. pumpkin everything. the smell that hits your nose when you first walk outside after the maple leaves start to turn to red, orange, and gold. corduroy jackets. tall brown boots. big sweaters. hot cocoa. fresh apples. cloudy days. starry nights. bonfires. hay rides. roasted marshmallows. flannel shirts. thick blankets. happiness.
(abby laughs. she knows it was actually seventy five degrees today where she lives. she wants the chill in the air to come back)
In honor of October………
Does it remind anyone of else of what they imagined Quebec to look like? Such loveliness.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name
—A Vagabond Song, Bliss Carman
how i love fall rains
dearest autumn, how i missed you