The soul becomes dyed with the color of its though

“Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like
they're falling in love with the ground.”
I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.
- A recipe for Rowan Jelly by Alys Fowler (via rainysundaysandcoffee)

(via cozyautumnevenings)

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