The autumn is a season filled with incomparable nostalgic beauty. An opportunity to contemplate and appreciate endings in a way in which we don’t necessarily give ourselves the moral permission to do so, albeit the multiple invitations life provides us with. Nature offers death an exquisite disguise, an embellished attire to pain and the acceptance of time passing, resistanceless.
We paused in September to let change be and we celebrated it with the simplicity of homemade fruit jam over freshly baked brioche, seasonal figs and some poetry. Enjoy!
