Dreaming of Winter.
― it happens every single year. when summer (if we can call our two months of rain that would impress even noah 'summer') begins to wind down, i start to think longingly of hats and scarves, biting winds, twinkling lights and all things cinnamon. last year i got so excited about christmas in september that jason banned me from mentioning it until november! i ignored that rule totally, of course ;) ∙ i'm really looking forward to making my favourite cranberry and apple chutney in october, [...].
