Maybe it’s because Fall is just around the corner that I’m finding myself more and more excited at the sight of boots, scarves, and woolen coats. Move aside, flip-flops, soon it won’t be your turn any more!
Although I’m trying to relish the final days of summer, Ryan (ever-excited for the upcoming season) keeps reminding me of all the wonderful parts of a New England Autumn.
It won’t be long before we’re going for walks to crunch leaves beneath our feet, watching the skeleton of each tree emerge, and sniffling excitedly as we romp around town feeling the transformation. What a magical thing a season change is.
Plus, when it gets a tad cooler I’ll be able to wear this some more:
I had my first chance to wear it on Monday when Ryan and I went out to celebrate our anniversary. It was raining, gray, and foggy on both Monday and Tuesday, but it has finally cleared up today.
The jacket was handmade by my Grandmother in the ’60s for my Mom to wear on Easter. The moths got to it a tiny bit in a couple of spots while it was hiding away in a trunk for several decades. But, it still smells a little like my Grandparents’ house and for that I am very thankful.
See you soon, Autumn!
(Nothing personal, Summer. You’re still my favourite season.)