Last week when I realized that another month was almost through I started to feel a little nervous. A lot of nervous actually. Although unofficially, the first of September marks the start of autumn. The start of the very best and most fleeting season of all, with leaves to crunch, apples to pick, colours to admire, pies to bake and favourite sweaters to unpack. The thought of these cooler days passing us by as quickly as most of our days do now is almost unbearable. So here's to slower days and nights. To a long and warm fall. To evening walks with steaming cups of vanilla earl grey tea. To pumpkin pie french toast. To bundled up babies. To sunday dinners and apple cider and a holiday that doesn't ask to list what else we want but to remember how much we already have.
The photos below are from our pretty perfect start to this loveliest of seasons: a night away, a hotel room with cartoons, a beach swim, a park, a bonfire, a baby with a marshmallowy face, and a sunset sail.
Seashore.
Sand love.
Slide love.
A scottish golfer and his concerned swimmer.
My favourite.
Silent night.
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