It seems autumn is upon us. I love the turning of seasons. It whisks me outside to enjoy the turning of leaves and back inside to the warmth of home. It is the season of letting pots of stews, soups, and homemade ciders simmer extra long on the stove-top and the time that woollies make there way out of storage. We move into our new home on Monday and I am extra excited about setting up for some warm winter evenings indoors. There is something that comes with taking treasures out of boxes when you haven't seen them in ages. It's like Christmas time all over again.

15 more-or-so to come. Books and blankets go well together.