I feel like we’ve been saying this all year…
Where does the time go?
Where do the days go?
We are already into the first weekend of November and Brrr do the cold mornings and nights make sure we know it too.
Early November mornings here look like, one dreamy, cozy, fluffy goose-down, a cup of hot tea, frost covered rooftops glistening, abandoned farmers fields, and scarves to bundle up with before daring to brave the cold morning air.
There is nothing quite like breathing fresh morning air into your lungs. Even Miss Bean agrees.