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:: autumnal greetings... ::

" Autumn is my season, dear.

It is, after all, the season of the soul."

{Virginia Woolf}

If you've been around here for very long, you'll know my unwavering love for autumn. It is, indeed the season of my soul.

Leaves turning, crunching and crackling underfoot on my morning walks.

Flicker of firelight,

the heady smell of woodsmoke curling in the crisp air.

The warmth of my afternoon tea,

mesmerized by the steam twisting and curling into the air.

Enveloped in the coziness of a homemade quilt

with a novel lovingly cradled in my lap.

Oh, this season of glorious comfort

How I love thee!

Happy Autumn, my friends!

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