Leaving the window open these days is a gamble. Hard to distinguish the cool nights from the still warm ones. A blue sky can trick you into wearing a skirt with a woolen jumper. September marks for me that passing point to Autumn. So here are the things I’m looking forward to:
dried flowers artefacts of a summer well spend
soups made out of everything that can be cooked and mashed like broccoli, pumpkin, carrot, parsnip, potato, all of them together with ginger and spices and créme
going to the cinema and letting yourself slip into another world whilst holding a hot bag of popcorn and that strange feeling after the credits roll and you step into an early autumn evening somewhat grappling with coming back to reality again
candles to light them in the morning and evening, on the bedside table, watching their dancing shadows
preserving making a big pot of caponata to last till at least early winter
weekend trips to villages nearby, hiking along the coastal path
wild swimmin…