'Sprinkles' by Amy Borrell
And so begins my favourite season of the year...Autumn. With none of the extremities that can make summer and winter tiresome, it's the best of those seasons rolled into one.
The last few nights have been noticeably cooler and it makes being in bed so delicious, don't you think? I'm already anticipating the delights of the cooler months:
Crisp, golden light... Snuggling into a new jumper... Hot chocolates... Sheepskin... Feijoas... Fur trim on jackets, boots, scarves, everything... The first dusting of snow... Apples... A late enough sunrise to enjoy every day... Mulled wine... Chicken pot pie... Cashmere hot water bottle covers... the All Blacks... Bed socks... Trees rusting... Chilly evenings cuddled on the sofa watching new season tellie... Tikka masala... Planning a winter holiday... Flocks of birds leaving us behind... The extra hour once daylight savings ends... The smell of a new oil heater... Kindling... 100 denier opaque tights... Pale skin and red lips... Hot pools... Slippers... Puddings... Vicks vapour rub... The feet setting on the car heater... Dry leaves scuttering everywhere... Hot custard... and my absolute favourite: snuggling up in bed with my daughter and snoozing the alarm. Why is forbidden sleep always the cosiest?
What do you love about winter, Beaunz belles?
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