Photograph courtesy of Elisa Tomassi Despite the fact I’m a summer baby and love nothing better than sunshine beating down on my bare skin, I’m rather taken with autumn. I love the turn of colour in the leaves, the gusts of wind that steal my hat and give me earache, the scurrying of squirrels hastily storing food for the oncoming winter, the leaf litter piling up ungathered on my unkempt lawn. But these are only a smattering of the reasons why I think autumn is awesome. Here are a few more. I start looking longingly at my winter wardrobe and anticipate the hats and scarves I’ll soon be able to reclaim from my accessories shelf. Many are birthday gifts from friends and others are gifts I gave myself. I love a new hat or two. And then there’s the jacket I bought while in Edinburgh in September. I’m on tenterhooks as I wait for the weather to turn cool enough for me to don this fabulous garment. Then there’s the steamy baths aft...
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