Apparently Autumn is upon us.
I know this because I just got my 2 magazine subscriptions through my door and they are November issues. November. In September.
I know this because all the other ice cream places along the prom are shut. There are no more donkey rides. I’m not sure if I’m sad about this. Where do the donkeys go? Do they have a nice winter holiday? Are they lonely for all the little children?
I also know this because the nights are drawing in, and Mr D has been madly stocking up the woodshed in anticipation for the cosy evenings by the fire.
(My fire. I know. Be jealous.)
Oh, and we just had casserole for tea.
However…somebody up there does not know this about Autumn. My bedroom window is open. Wide open.
I wore tights out on Sat night. In as least gross way as I can explain. I was hot. (read, wet).
image www.weheartit.com (i did not look this cool)
We are still selling ice cream, & I even made Sorbets on Sat.
I can get two loads of washing out on the line. And they dry on the same day.
Mr D and I had a cup of tea in the garden this evening.
Oh Autumn, how I look forward to you visiting.
My Hunters are itching to be worn again.
image.. www.weheartit.com (i like to think I look this cool in mine)
Then there’s the cosy cuddly stuff.
Just so we are clear. I won’t be buying this from Anthropologie. As much as I love it, I could buy enough mulled wine to last till Jan with the money that this costs. And I can drink some mulled wine.
Has Autumn visited you yet?