It’s the most wonderful time of the yeeeeaaar… No, not Christmas, although that’s getting alarmingly close. I'm talking about autumn. The air is crisp and tinged with that delicious dried-leaves smoky scent. The trees are resplendent in blazing reds and soft golds. It’s cool enough to get cosy with jumpers and scarves and thick socks,... Continue Reading →
The Scent of Change. And Woodsmoke. But Mostly Change.
To some, autumn signifies the end of summer. It’s an unwelcome thing that a lot of people resign themselves to, reluctantly accepting the seasonal transition, already wistful for the warmer weather. I’m not one of those people. To me, that undefinable sweet, smoky scent that suffuses the cooling air heralds change, promising new beginnings. I... Continue Reading →
