it’s in the air, it’s twinkling in the trees, dewing up coming up from the grass; i can feel it on my skin.
a subtle whiff of fall is finally moseying her way into southern california.
specks of cedar and pine fragrant the street from neighbors’ first fires of the season. the ceiling fans turn off and cashmere socks slip on.
just as the seasons turn over and rejuvenate, i too, am in need for a re-working….
come back tomorrow to see what new things are stewing in my crock pot.
tuesday happy m’loves.