3 weeks ago
An oak leaf washed up on the sand, the sound of geese calling to each other as they fly in a fluid arrowhead towards open water, blue smoke twisting upwards from cottage chimneys, thatch dripping with rain, the silhouette of an owl taking flight from a hedgerow against a deep purple sky at dusk, the moor golden with yellow gorse and dry bracken.
I’ve been storing up these beautiful signs of the changing season in my heart over the past few weeks.
This new home of ours speaks to my soul more than any other landscape ever has done before - maybe because I’m letting myself fall in love. Knowing we can stay here makes all the difference...
I hope you’ve had a beautiful week, friends! ✨