Monday, 5 September 2011


Every year, when September arrives, I find myself remembering all over again just how glorious this month is.

How the leaves of the maple outside my window display their very darkest green before beginning to crumple and fade into sunset colours.

How knitting and tea make their entrances like old friends.

How the air is easier to breathe, and the fading light and approaching nip of cold feel like a poem.

1 comment:

  1. i'm still clinging on to summer with every fiber of my being. thanks for reminding me of the nice things autumn has, too! :>

    hope you're well.