Late Summer in the Mountains

I love watching summer turning to fall. The crisp bite to the air. The apples ripening on the tree. The night temps dropping into the forties. The leaves changing colors, falling, gathering on the lawn. The long shadows the clouds make on the mountains surrounding our village. Summer, my least favorite season, is fading, and fall and winter are on the way. Cosy fires in the woodburning stove. Curling up to read with a steaming cup of British tea. Lighting candles to dispel the cold and darkness, watching the flames flicker and twirl. Wrapping myself in my favorite moss-green velour throw. Sleeping in a cold room while snuggled into flannel sheets under the welcome weight of blankets and quilts. The joy of snowflakes falling on my face and watching the kids and dog play in the snow, stamping their feet on the front porch.

It's all on the way, and even a hot day like today promises all the welcome things I love about autumn and winter.