home in fall

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