My current mood has me feeling like I want to escape to the sincere and slower living of a farm. I want to spend all day harvesting the most perfect pumpkins and squash, and then roast them for pies in the evening. I want to drink tea with a book in hand and then eat the pies for dinner without feeling a even little bit guilty. After my banquet, I want to make a fire that lets the rough smell of smoke into the house and curl up in the softest blanket only to dream about doing it all again tomorrow.
Lovely little photos: