Dungaree and beanie for fall.

*Removes cobwebs; enters waving awkwardly and a grin plastered on the face*

Hello. It's been a while. A whole three months I believe. Life has been pretty darn busy, stressful and moving at the pace of a jet train. I would just like to assure that I am still alive and haven't abandoned this special little place on the internet but just caught up in the whirlwind that is, LIFE. And once things settled, I just couldn't get myself to write again. Blogging jitters are real, people! Thanks a million to friends who still check and ask about the blog and let me know that they miss it. You lovely, lovely lot!

Fall seems to be a popular favourite among everyone. Instagram feed is filled with pumpkins and mandatory 'standing-on-maple-leaves' artistic shots. Whoever can resist a good maple leaf and boots shot, eh? I feel a sense of nostalgic calmness around this time of the year. Four years back, I landed in the UK around the same time and it brings back many fond memories of my excitement and awe of a new place and a new life.

I adore Octobers. The sudden change of weather which brings in darker days, foggy mornings and selecting the perfectly imperfect pumpkin to carve on Halloween. It's also the perfect time for woodland strolls with your partner. October is also for witnessing the gorgeous early sunsets peering through the twiggy trees. Its for thick socks, muted dark garments, boots and burying your head in woollen blanket scarves and for swishing through piles of crispy leaves. It feels as though the world exploded in colour. Like they say "Autumn is a second spring, when every leaf turns into a flower". It's a joy to see the colours swishing past as we drive along the stretches of orange and golden brown leaves; few of them gently leaving the tree and making their way wherever the wind takes them. 

On Sunday, there was a nip in the air along with a thick blanket of fog and a surprising few hours of gorgeous warm sunshine - the perfect combination. So we quickly packed up and went on a drive to Blackwood forest. Walking in the woods with the mister,  sunday was spent searching for pinecones and the perfect stretch of yellow maple leaves. We failed to find both but did stumble upon tall handsome trees and a carpet of fallen red leaves with patches of moss filled barks and tiny mushrooms.

We say goodbye to beloved october and welcome november with open arms. As the nights draw in,  fairy lights and candles dotted around the house, cold toes get covered with socks, cup of tea warm the insides, the excitement of Christmas fills the heart, we bid adieu to autumn and say hello to the onset of winter. Good days ahead!