It's a sweater day! my mother used to say, as she so wisely chose a bulky knit from the chest of drawers, signalling the arrival of autumn.
This morning I was reminded of her words as I sat in the wing back over looking the street, watching mist outside my window lift giving way to a day, cool and clear.
Glancing out the landscape beyond the sill was wearing a new mantle. The dining table near me is boasting a rich-full gathering of gourds, hydrangea's and roseville. I love this time of the season, as colors bend, time changes and tea becomes the new water.
Though I never tire of summers freshness, I always welcome it's graceful retreat. Autumn comes upon us as gently as my mothers attentiveness. Sweater days.... I love them still.