At last! September!

Doesn't that mean it's (almost) autumn? Oh, I hope so!
I have no fallish photos for you today, but I can dig back into my old archives and reminisce about what we all love about this time of year.
Hunter's tea parties. Is that short bread I see? And remember that wonderful cheese, Hunter?

Oh, pumpkins. They rather define the season for me: hearty, lovely, natural, solid.

My mother's gum tree slowly transforms through the fall and turns a vibrant red.

So common. So fragile. So pretty.

Silly little girls in sweaters on long walks

Dead leaves that add such color to a table

Pumpkin cranberry bread. I need to make this again.

Fire! I can't wait until it's cold enough to need a fire.

Pumpkins, gourds, and squashes of all types

Alright, this has nothing to do with autumn, but I still remember how fabulous this was to eat. I had three pieces with the dip and was too full to eat the pizza afterward. "Appetizer" indeed!

Family gatherings. These are my kids, nieces and nephews, well most of them.

Oh, the food. Pies! Pies!

Are we all hungry now?