Is it wrong, when I’m sitting here typing in a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt, the sun beating through the window onto my toes, that I’m already dreaming about the end of summer? It’s because we’ll be moving into our new house tomorrow. My mind has drifted even further, to cosy evenings and even past the first frost.
What’s that all about?
I think it started with this gorgeous beast on the Boden website which I think is really lovely. It’s a wax jacket like a Barbour (but with a slightly less hefty price tag). It made me think of crunching along a footpath on a brisk morning (whippet optional), or wrapping up warm to walk around the farmer’s market:
And of course I’ll be bringing my beloved Uggs out of their tissue wrapping. I’m an indoor-wearer only, but I love them so much. I’ve also got my eye on these nifty ones with added legwarmers – how snuggly are they?:
Then I’ll need gorgeous flickering candles while I’m snuggling. These cute little pine cone ones WILL be mine (from The Travelling Souk – one of my fave websites):
And loooook at John Lewis’ beautiful collection in collaboration with Jars Ceramistes – a gorgeous French brand that I’ve long admired. Imagine those jugs stuffed with the lovely Dahlias that flourish right through the autumn, and the bowl brimming with shiny aubergines…
Autumn starts for me when the butternut squash comes back in season. There’s something about a Sunday, with a nice roasted rib of beef, Yorkshire puddings and gorgeous roast chunks of butternut squash, all washed down with a big glass of red wine (I got some monster ones from T K Maxx that I just can’t wait to use), that makes the passing of summer so bearable… Foodie-wise, so much fabulous stuff happens at the end of August… berries and apples, pears, plums and damsons… the courgettes and tomatoes are still around and then there are fabulous mushrooms tempting you to leave the salad behind, heading for risottos, stews and soups, piles of mussels with scrummy white wine and herb scented broth to dip your bread into, baked potatoes and fruit pies…
I won’t mention the C word (FAR too early), but I’ll leave you with thoughts of Autumn until our move is complete. What does the end of summer mean to you?
I’ll see you very soon xx