Another reason to love this time of year. I gather everything in. I feel an urge to nest. I change the rooms around to reflect their change in use. I look at different recipes for baking and meal times. The return of soup and stew and apple pie.
I wore boots on Sunday. And socks.
The air smells different too, don't you think? I think our neighbours lit their fire the other evening. I could smell the woodsmoke as I put the chickens to bed.
Do you ever walk past other people's houses as it's getting dark, and take a sideways peek at what's going on inside? A snap shot of life indoors. It has fascinated me since I was a little girl. I would often go outside and look at where I lived. As I stood outside looking in, I saw my home and family cast in a different light.
I still do it now. Every now and again I'll go outside and look in at where I live and spend much of my time. I notice how it looks - the colours and light and shade. I can see what everyone is doing. They are sitting or passing through the room. Sometimes the television is flickering, and sometimes my family are together as a unit. Talking, smiling, (maybe arguing).
When the nights draw in we congregate. Round the table instead of the barbecue. Sat on sofas instead of patio chairs. Under granny blanket, instead of on top of picnic blankets.