“Yellow the bracken. Golden the sheaves. Rosey red apples. Crimson the leaves. Mist on the hillside. Clouds grey and White. Autumn good morning. Summer Goodnight. “
Okay, so it doesn’t exactly feel like Autumn around these parts, but that’s not going to stop me from wearing socks in the early mornings and decorating with browns and oranges and deep purples, and painting pumpkins and reading books about falling leaves.
(To help explain the strange animals on the Autumn play mat; her Autumn play mat, because of her sudden intense interest in Winnie the Pooh, has now become the Hundred Acre Wood play mat).