seasonal

My in-laws are stealthy dropping off bags and bags of apples at our door.

 

At least one zucchini has gone unseen in the garden, and is almost larger than my baby girl when it is found.

 

I need a sweatshirt for a good part of the morning. 

I do love this time of year, like a lot.
Even the name of this blog comes from a poem about it.
(Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower. Albert Camus).

And you, how are you settling into the new season?