there's always something magical about home in fall. we live on five acres of a beech forest. mid-november they all turn the warmest golden hue and when the setting sun hits the whole hill, well. let's just say I never feel my pictures do it justice.
being away made me realize how much I love the little details I always took for granted; like my mother's secretary, filled with books.
and the fact that my dad has three pairs of antique binoculars in his closet.
I love cooking Ina Garten's Roasted Winter Vegetables.
but most of all, I love rocking back and forth in the buttery afternoon light
and crunching in the wholesome foresty musk of fall