September

A drizzly September day today, cool, but not cold. I took the train in to work, and despite the bumpy ride, there is a certain charm to the double-decker bus. Perhaps because I grew up in the U.S. they still hold a degree of wonder for me. When they whip around the tight roundabouts of London, I am often slightly shocked they don't just topple over.

The winding down of the mild English summer feels a bit of a relief. Jumpers and thick socks, cozy darkening evenings, watching raindrops falling onto puddles, forming rings and spreading a little before the next drop falls.

Bring on the roasted vegetables, hearty soups, hot chocolates topped with thick whipped cream, the scarves, gloves, red noses and falling leaves.