It is the time of knitting and wool and extra blankets. The cat has started sleeping on the bed to the accompaniment of much purring.
The tall boots I bought in the summer when it was much too hot to even consider wearing them have seen their first outing.
Long sleeved shirts are back in for the mornings. Hot tea is a common accessory. I found a long=lost boiled wool sweater in the back of the closet and wore it with a new scarf I knit last week.
This is my time of year. Lovers of summer are mourning the loss of their love, but I secretly rejoice.
