ahhhhhh how i love autumn
Although an oak tree in the field next to me has turned to it's autumn colours, the smell of the earth hasn't changed yet. It's this, for me, that marks the passing of the seasons. One morning, perhaps soon, I'll step outside the back door and smell the difference and feel it too.
We are pick our apples, harvest gathered in.
The cool months approach.
Frosty morning, a body to cuddle, a warmth to feel.