The delicious scent of warm pear drifts into the bedroom - we're baking a loaf in honour of the fall which is upon us. Although I was begrudgingly thrusted into March, I've made peace with the season now that I'm smelling that loaf.
Last autumn was very much a nesting period preparing for the arrival of Marley, so there is a sense of nostalgia as I make the house more cozy. Ready for those rainy days spent indoors reading books, eating homemade soups and enjoying afternoons like this when mama gets all the kisses.
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