The deeper we've gotten into fall, the more I've wanted to burrow down at home and do cozy, fall things.
Like drink hot chocolate. (By the fireplace, of course.)
And read good books. (By the fireplace, of course.)
|Sadly, I'm not reading Harry Potter right now, but it makes such a lovely prop.|
And just sit and watch the fire while you warm up because you're still trying not to use your heater. It's a lovely way to spend a chilly evening.
I've also been crocheting. A lot. Usually by the fireplace.
|FYI—the shirt isn't quite finished yet. Still have a little bit of edging to do.|
With daylight savings at the end of the month, I've also been trying to enjoy the last of my evening walks for the year. The foliage hasn't been that impressive, but I've still been treated to some lovely sights and distinctly autumn smells.
And it seems that the colder and darker it gets, the happier I get, burrowing up in my little apartment, indulging in hobbies. Perhaps I owe this giddiness to the fact that I sleep significantly better during this time of year, which provides an automatic mood boost, but I also just really like the cold. The anticipation of snow. The thought of listening to Christmas music again. Fun winter attire.
It's such a wonderful time of year, made even better if you don't dread the season that follows.