Where I grew up in Berkeley, when the Autumn approached, leaves oranged and crisped, and the fog rolled into the hills. Here in L.A. this past weekend we began to feel the Fall–and even though it’s not the same kind of Fall as say, up north, or on the East Coast–the air starts to cool, the wind tickles the trees, and the coziness of winter makes eye contact with the long, summer days.
I do love the Fall! I welcome thee!!
LOVE this post – your place looks uber cosy.
That last picture of your yard is spectacular!