Season of Mists...

There is no trouble so great or grave that cannot be much diminished by a nice cup of tea.  ~Bernard-Paul Heroux

There is a winding breeze on the air, a slight pinch of cold, some of the trees are beginning to look as though they have been dipped in orange pain and there is a distinct Autumnal presence appearing. This means my favourite time of year.  Beautiful scenery, harvesting, and of course the approaching magical excitement of Halloween and Christmas.

It's great to cosy up in a big cardigan with tea and a good book during these months, and indoor surroundings that can (almost) match the beauty outdoors is a bonus.  I do this through bringing the outside in, with photographs and paintings.  I love to get out early and start capturing these new crisp mornings, when the sun spreads its red hue across the clouds.  ..

Ode to Autumn 

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;

To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease

For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cell.

~ John Keats