(35 weeks along, 5 weeks to go: grow, baby, grow)
(a weekend trip to Little Farm in Tilden Park)
(the sweetest mama cow with sunlight on her ears)
(concrete, denim, amber and gold)
(soft ambers and baked goods for autumn too)
This is a dreamy time of year-- summer spills her last batch of vibrant pinks and greens and purples to make way for autumn's golds and ambers and orange. Every spring I'm reminded of promise and optimism and everything budding up green. And every autumn I'm reminded of reflection and gratitude and everything cozying up for the winter ahead.
In the Bay Area, the seasons are a bit less predictable than in my native New York. September does not necessarily mean cooler days and the beckoning of wool and plaid. Instead, it usually means warmer days as the temperatures inland start to cool off and the fog can swing back out over the mighty Pacific. Instead of wool and cashmere it calls for sundresses and sandals. Come September, we typically get a burst of summer heat before the rains.
But somewhere in my seasonal clock, September means autumn. It means back-to-school and bursts of foliage and the beginning of wood fires and temperatures conducive to baking pies. Regardless of the warm days here in Oakland, my internal monitor is seeking out autumn instead. I want to knit, bake, wear fingerless gloves and sweater tights and cardigans, collect gourds and mums, and simmer spiced chai. Everywhere I look it's full of gold and amber and orange.