Early morning, Highway 421 toward Boone, NC yesterday on our way to Hubster Dave's doc appointment.
I don't knot if you can see it off to the right - that white area?
One of my favorite things about living in the Blue Ridge mountains is the magical fog that tucks itself in and around the hills and hollers like a fluffy white blanket.
There is something comforting about morning fog in the fall.
It's time for pulling out the warmer clothes (I've got my new cute ankle boots on this morning that I bought back in August. YAY!) and planning for the pumpkin-spice-everythings that flavor the season.
Sweater weather!
Adding that 3rd quilt to the bed, more for the weight of coziness than for the warmth I need - and then kicking one leg out of the covers half-way through the night because I'm too hot.
Relatable?