Last weekend I nipped back home for a couple of days, to relax, catch up on doctor's appointments and see friends. Sadly, the latter did not take place thanks to my body deciding to shut down as soon as I stepped off the plane, so my days were spent curled up under a blanket with tea, or venturing down the road with Molly for a blessedly short walk.
When I think of autumn in Luxembourg, I think of seeing the country for the first time, aged 3. I remember snippets of our first visit here - peanut butter sticking to the roof of my mouth as we zipped around town in our hired car - the taste of the milk, unpasteurised and unfamiliar - but most of all, I remember the leaves turning.
The forests aflame, from brightest orange to softest brown.
Mists rising across the valley, resting in the tops of the trees.
The autumn colours are late this year, but still pretty enough for me to get my camera out when driving to and from the airport. My mum indulged me by taking us up past the apple orchards in our village, where they hold an annual fest with sparkling juice and crumbly apple pastries. Sadly we were a week too late but maybe next year...?
When the season turns I always feel a little bit down, a little bit poorly. So I try my best to focus on the beauty that can still be found in nature - the leaves, the misty mornings, the sunlight trying to peek through clouds. It's hard knowing that months of darkness stretch out ahead, but looking back at snapshots like these do help to feel better at times.
Love Dani xoxo