Autumn lately.
Homemade tomato and red lentil soup on a cold day. Hot cups of tea to warm my insides. Clicking the heating on and warming my cold body against the radiator.
A little birthday with big excitement and a multi colour of balloons sprinkled across the rug and thrown into the air. Homemade spiced gingerbread biscuits dunked into cold cups of milk or hot mugs of tea.
Chilly morning walks, layered up in jumpers, gloves and zipped up coats. Pastel airplane streaks across the sky.
A bright, orangey Venus greeting us early each morning out the window as we draw the curtains. The moon spending the morning with us as we walk.
An entire weekend spent away from home with a best friend, talking all day and way into the night. Aching tummies from laughing, aching hearts from sharing. Homemade chocolate cookies cosied up inside. A retreat.
Littles collecting sticks to throw into the river or to walk all the way home with. Collecting acorn cups and fresh conkers and giant crisped leaves. Filling the entire front pocket of a bag with things from the path.
Enjoying the first frost and getting a stomach flip of excitement for Winter. And all the newness and slow this next season brings.
And now, an invitation to myself to slow right down, to stop entirely somewhat. And rest. Rest until I start to feel a little lighter.
Rest to heal.
Rest to recharge.
Rest to re-evaluate.
Rest and nest like a little dormouse for Winter.