this autumn has everything. barren trees creaking in a gusty wind. an ominous fog-blanketed horse pasture. a toothless granny wearing a wreath of gnarled witch hazel twigs on her head. harvest rituals that require blood. a séance in your elderly aunt's barn and then a hearty potato soup afterward. that weird musty-smelling knit blanket your family has kept for generations and only brings out of the linen cupboard when the weather turns cold. crows gathering by the chimney to keep warm. a cloak probably

Thunderstorm jazz is freaking awesome. I need an album of that. I’d sleep like a baby.

“oh I’ll bet that’s Dorren... yup, that’s Doreen.”  https://www.doreensjazz.com

Reblogging not for the first nor the last time. There’s just something right about this conjunction of laid-back music and lively weather...