September has not paved the way into the autumn months the way I thought it would, leaves curled on the ground, trees russet and crimson and a coolness in the air. The autumn we’re sold each year, written in thick liner on a Starbucks cup and wrapped in a tartan scarf has not yet arrived….
I love how autumn becomes a season of celebration. The first russet leaves fluttering from the trees to signify the start of September, melting into costume preparations and carving pumpkins in October for Halloween. The chill in the air descends like a thick blanket once November hits, all scarves, gloves and sparklers watching fireworks light…