Dear September,

Oh, friend. We’ve waited nine months for you to come knocking quietly at our doors, bringing a coolness with your morning air that we’ve craved the whole summer season.

We’ve barely blinked and the year is nearly gone.

This next season promises harvest, the coming of events we’ve waited the year for. We’ll wrap ourselves in scarves, pull up our boots, sip delight from the warmth of fragrant mugs and gather together.

You bring the good things, so won’t you stay a little longer this year?

Florals by my favorite, Amanda Burnette. Film scanned and developed by Photovision.