just the start.

its just turning into fall in the small historical town where i live and i can feel the brisk air creeping under my cardigans every morning. i am in pursuit of the perfect winter jacket and defiantly some pocket warmers to keep my tiny little hands from the cold. {i get cold easy...very easy}.

even tho i hate the frigid air biting at me i cant help but think how beautiful the leaves look as they change colors and start to fall from the trees... {i guess even the trees change their clothes}

fall will be perfect for many things {hot tea, over sized scarves, bookstore hideaways} and if all else fails i can see my breath in the air and so i know I'm still alive and well <3