๐ Home, Puglia, Italy, September '25, first Apple Pancakes of the Season ๐๐ฅ
And here it is, the beloved Autumn ๐
Weโre nearing the end of another turn of seasons, and ahead lie darker days, rich in introspection, lit by flickering candlelight, sweetened by the scent of apple treats, shared with a good book and a warm pumpkin milk.
Itโs the season of apples, pumpkins, and cinnamon.
A season of shadows, inner work, healing, and quiet protection.
A time for letting go.
October is approaching, with its crunchy, colorful leaf-covered paths, pumpkin fields, and lanterns glowing gently to light the way through fog-kissed countryside, as the Earth prepares to rest after gifting us her harvest.
Thereโs no place I feel more at home than in Autumn ๐๐















