Autumn is the season I feel the most alive.
It injects joy into my soul, it really does.
The Jackman and I enjoyed a gorgeous morning wandering about down by the lake but before we did that we stopped off at Penny University for coffee and Jack's obligatory 'spot the puppy' session.
We scored on both fronts.
Happy me with good coffee in its sweet blue cup and happy Jack feeling chuffed about the Old English Sheepdog who rocked up to the cafe.
Commonwealth Park was carpeted in leaves. Perfect for a small boy and his Mummy to indulge in leaf fights, chase water fowl, go on a bear hunt and gather sticks to make a campfire in the 'woods'.
"Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
[Letter to Miss Eliot, Oct. 1, 1841]"
Good for the soul I tell you, good for the soul!
xx Em
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Jack has such long hair that he looks more and more like Harry. Love the shot between the legs.
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