Walking home from the village this morning, I enjoyed the new signs of deepening autumn. The soaked brown leaves beneath my boots, twinkle lights being wrapped around trees, a crescent moon of rainwater in one round dimple on the footpath, blue sky behind me but ahead rain coming, the old question (so long since asked) - would I make it home without getting wet?, the coolness of the breeze. This is cardigan weather, and I couldn't be more happy.
Now is the time for making home snug and especially lovely. Of course, most of you are coming out of that season now. But for me, several projects are waiting. For example, I plan to extend my pillowcase collection by unpicking the seams of the white ones, cutting them into squares, and sewing them together again with patches of chintz fabric.
It is also the time for using candles more often at night. I don't really like posh candleholders, I prefer using antique saucers, which I buy for pennies at the thrift stores, or shells which I gather from the beach.
Last autumn, I wrote Driftways, which served as medicine for my over-summered heart. I wonder what the cold, damp winds will bring me this year. They have been rattling at my door (literally), promising all kinds of wonder and mystery.
Today's pictures edited using Kim Klassen's quiet texture. The post title is from my personal categorising of the seasonal moons. Sharing with Roses of Inspiration.