Glowing, fluttering, falling leaves and the carpet they leave behind.

Warm, earthy colors - the evergreen, dear vanishing lime, widening skies, the goldens and earthy browns.

Cold crafting weather ripe for the making.

Wise old owls.

So we turn inwards, gathering our scraps, gathering ourselves.

We drink deep the delight in handmade gifts, little and big for those that touch our lives.

And we are Grateful.