I have a weakness for blankets, especially the ones that are soft and warm and fuzzy. The ones you can wrap around yourself and pull over your head, and snuggle into. My warm blankets always make an appearance as soon as autumn starts. I’ll usually escape to my cozy hideaway when things are getting a bit rough and I need a break. A cup of tea and a book often make an appearance as well. Its the perfect escape.
Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.