We had a first pumpkin soup of the season last night, warmed with cumin seeds, smoked paprika and garlic. I felt like I had a cauldron full of Autumn scents.
The cat lies in the afternoon sun on the pumpkin cushion.
Jude Hill's pumpkins adorn the top of the piano. I touch them each time I go past.
I ponder upon a moving family memorial event in Devon this past weekend. The garlands in the barn. The candles, the shaft of light from above.
And this morning a reminder that winter approaches...
...and with that some more stitching opportunities as bad weather stops play!