Home, sweet home.

My friends say "Oh you know, keeping busy." This means they are having a hard time but making themselves survive it. I ask them to help me walk me dog; this is me telling them it's okay sometimes to just be present and talk about young adult fiction. When I cancel again because I can't get out of bed, she tells me she's on her way with cookies.

I point out the sunset. She shares her fork before I ask for it. He calls me at 1 AM just because I'm on the road alone, we talk about stupid shit. She waits for me to get indoors safely before driving away. He says - nah, forget it, I'm happy to do it for free.

Chopping/stacking firewood.

Bending down in front of a wood-burning stove, feeling the warmth of it as you nudge the embers to life again.

Bringing the biggest quilts out of the closet for your guests. They have traveled in the cold for a while.

Long wool stockings to keep away the chill.

The whistle of a tea kettle from the kitchen.

The warmth of a mug in your hands while you stand on the porch, watching your breath curl in the air.

Big comfortable boots, because the outdoors are still calling.

Getting to wear all the comfy clothes you spent the rest of the year knitting/crocheting.

Mittens. Just mittens.

Was feeling the autumnal vibes when I made the festival hand pies from the Elder Scrolls cookbook!

Used around 2 cups of meatless crumbles and diced mushrooms from my last hand pies/pasties in place of the beef to make it vegetarian👌

ig: granny_witch

Over the Garden Wall

because i sure do.