|Autumn in the Rambouillet forest near our house.|
It’s another one of those days that confirms my preference for autumn. There are as many red and golden leaves on the ground now as there are on the trees — that’s a little sad. I prefer when the leaves stay where they belong, but the weather is too beautiful to complain about the details.
Temperatures are crisply cool, the sky azure with huge puffy clouds, the sun bright and sparkly and the air smells crackly fresh. Charlotte is sitting on the front porch watching her world with evident delight. I promised her a walk later. If she thinks I’ve forgotten, she’ll bring me her leash.
Without transition, let’s talk about next week. As always, lots of surprises. You will be treated to a wardrobe masterpiece by Janice of the brilliant Vivienne Files, an essay from the divine Pamela Terry from the gorgeous and inspiring From The House of Edward blog, something special (I hope) from my darling Marsi who is remarkably talented and should re-think getting back into the blogging world . . . and more. . . Three dots means “more, but I don’t know what more means at this very moment.”
A demain my cherest amis.