"Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and cold, the wintry light. But you knew there would always be spring..." -Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
And doesn't it seem that in the blink of an eye we've gone from this...
Only a few brave leaves hanging in there as we near the last week of November. This time of year is notoriously damp and dreary in the Pacific Northwest, but suddenly we've been blessed with bluebird skies and crisp, clear sunny days that should stretch into the weekend. Perfect weather for savoring what's left of fall.
Whether the sky overhead is gray or blue, I hope your weekend is full late autumn joys-- crackling fires, warm cashmere sweaters, candlelight, hot tea, that last little bit of Halloween candy. Whatever makes your life sweet!
What will you miss most about fall when the last leaf drifts to the ground? XO