I thought the weatherman might have been exaggerating. I hoped he was. But no…we woke up this morning to a sight more reminiscent of Christmas than Halloween.
Is it just me, or did we warp right through Autumn? Maybe it’s a fluke? Whatever the case, I suppose I can curl up under my fleece throw with a good book and some hot chocolate. Or maybe I can conjure up a magic romance that takes place in the wintry forest. Something with a roaring fire — yes, that’s the ticket.
What do you see outside your front door? Does it inspire or make you want to crawl back in bed?