Everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boots, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.
— Alys Fowler, from A Recipe for Rowan Jelly in Toast Magazine
Notes: Quote: Liquid Light and Running Trees. Photo: Comfortably Awkward