Fall entered quietly this year.
Because of our two week spell of super cold nights and cloudy dreary days...the leaves didn't give us the breathtaking show we have become accustomed to here in the North Wood.
We went from the green of summer...to the golds and light oranges...to brown and on the ground in a heartbeat.
Frank and I spent the day raking all those leaves and had a glorious bonfire to prevent them from blowing back into the yard. The fall perfume of the burning leaves was hypnotic........
.............we had to take a moment to enjoy it.
While we were outside raking... this wonderful soup from my friends at Gooseberry Patch, was simmering on the stove.
I had timed it just right! When we finished and collapsed inside...we cuddled in a warm quilt.... enjoyed a huge bowl of warm soup with some home made bread I made the night before.
We looked up at each other and at the same time said, "Does it get any better than this?".
Yes it did...because Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone had just started.