Hold this moment forever, I tell myself; it may never come again.”
- Pico Iyer, Autumn Light: Season of Fire and Farewells
The gilded glow that walks us home from summer is entirely persuasive Soft and pretty as the breeze begins to sway the trees, we dream anew.
September barters comforting rituals from carefree ease. Somehow we are joyously making soups and nesting in.
Celebrate traditions and create new rituals. Stock your pantry with fresh candles and order your wood.
Set flowers out, set intentions, be kind, send the thank you, throw the party, call the old friends.
Wishing you warmth and joy.
With love from High Camp,
Susan Hanson
Founder
