It’s Autumn here. It’s so different from Autumn back home in France where everything slowly disappears. It’s much colder and home becomes much warmer.
I miss the smell of the woods.
This is my grandmother’s decorative plate with a lady spinning her wool.
The light in Autumn is glorious.
My brother Pierre is our Mushroom expert. I love the treasure hunt kind of feel :)
This is the reward of a day outside…
I miss my mum and my grand mother’s gorgeous porcelain tea sets.
This is a funny cupboard. The Glass cabinet. It is as deep as a normal size bottle.
My great great grand father.
The smell and feel of the old family books.
A dragonfly changing her dress.
This is also the apple season, the making of my Dad’s cider.
This head always scared me…