It's not hard to notice that winter will be upon us very soon. So soon, in fact, that we put up our Christmas lights tonight. Ahem, um, MIKE put up the Christmas lights. Sorry.
We (okay, MIKE) doesn't like to keep them up all year long, BUT he also doesn't want to fall off the roof after the first ice storm. Soo....he opts for mid October while it's just cold enough to'feel' it, but not cold enough to get frostbite.
Once I am past the fact that it won't be summer again for quite a few months (okay, will it ever be summer again????) , I'm resigned to the knowledge that autumn, in Canada, is a BEAUTIFUL time of year. (as I'm sure it is in other parts of the world as well.)
Not only does it look beautiful, but it smells beautiful as well.
What does beautiful smell like?
Crisp. Clean. Fresh. Spicy. Warm. Cozy. Colourful.
Can one actually smell all those things?
I think I can.
Hannah & I took a walk yesterday to collect some leaves for the house.
If you overlook the roads & the wreckers lot,
you will find that we live in a gorgeous neighbourhood.
It is Colourful. Fresh. Crisp. Spicy. Clean. Warm. Cozy.