From The Pumpkin Patch

I always start to look forward to autumn at this time of year.

It’s something about the bushes around my neighbourhood suddenly teeming with blackberries, the first few leaves beginning to fall from the oak tree outside my window and the evenings getting ever-so-slightly longer.

These subtle, gradual and almost imperceptible changes signal a shift towards the cosy season, even if no one can see it yet but me.

It’s like an old friend coming to visit – someone you haven’t seen in a year or more, but once you’re together again it’s like you’ve never been apart.

I’m already excited for homemade apple cider doughnuts, old episodes of Gilmore Girls, woodland walks and dark witchy outfits. It helps that my husband and I already have plans to check out a handful of haunted pubs during October and spend a few afternoons in the library archives researching the history of our house.

In the meantime I’m kept busy curating my autumn playlist, stocking up on cosy book recommendations and blackberrying until my freezer is filled to the brim with seasonal fruit.

I still have a little while to wait, but that only means I have all the more time to prepare.

Autumn is in the wind, and I’m waiting with barely-concealed anticipation for its arrival.