A lovely, gentle transition is happening these days in our village, towards the colder season. As every year, it's announced by rich scents that fill the air: the damp, musty smell of the soil from the first big rains, whiffs of woodsmoke drifting on the breeze from open fires where local people are burning prunings and preparing home-made tomato sauce, and the sweet, acrid scent of wine-making floating up into our house from the wine cellar below. All announcing that autumn is here.
Autumnal links:
- my brother's take on attitudes (can the cold season be a matter of attitudes?)
- Riana's inspirational enchanting October foraging
- Julochka's gorgeous fairytale toadstools
