I love this season like no other, and every year I fall in love again. We pull out our sweaters, find hats and sometimes scarves. I start making massive pots of soup every week and we dip fresh bread into it or sprinkle cornbread crumbs on top. The wood stove gets fired up and after a lovely cold night snuggled deep under covers, the toast of the fire is just right. And as we all say goodbye to the colors and crisp days, I am surrounded with four littles anxiously awaiting the first real snow.
Have a lovely start to your week, my friends.