|an autumn afternoon of plucking pears and plums|
I've always been a rainy, cloudy, cold, wintery sort of gal. I grew up with gorgeous seasons, but after living in Santa Barbara for five years I sort of forgot what real seasons felt like. I remember calling home during December to check on the snow fall - while studying for finals on sunny Butterfly Beach. It was bizarre. And so, so wrong.
Hence my utter celebration of fall in Spokane - the already crisp mornings that demand scarves and warm drinks, the blazing colorful trees, the smell of fireplaces all around town getting ready for the snowy season, the pumpkins, squash, and winter crops, and of course the steady marching of Christmastime, coming ever closer...
May your October be filled with steaming pumpkin lattes, falling leaves, woolly scarves, crisp mornings, one-needle costumes, and that far off distant sound of christmas carols.