November

and that season begins

a time for gathering, for thankfullness, for 

warm toes and frosty noses, for hearty soups and sweet smelling pies, for fireside chats and poking logs, and finding hidden faces in the shadows. for coats and crispy cruchy leafs afoot, for cinnamon scented packages and garlands on the mantle

toasty scarf awaiting toasty leggings

one of my favorite seasons in spite of lesser daylight. 

the colors

the bounty

the rituals

jason, victoria, ollie and ozzie visiting from costa rica