There’s a moment every year when I feel autumn quietly arrive. It’s not a particular calendar date, or even the first pumpkin spice latte sighting. It’s something softer and barely noticeable, like the barest whisper of a cool breeze in the air. Or it could be the smell of woodsmoke drifting from somewhere down the... The post Little Autumn Rituals that Bring me Peace appeared first on My Homemade Roots.
