And just like clockwork, the towering horse chestnut trees across the street begin dropping their little gems signaling a change of season is in the air. I love this natural tradition. Even if I did not have a calendar in front of me, we would know exactly what time of year it was. Each year collecting a large handful to enjoy in a silver bowl, with various small bowls around the living room as a reminder of years past.
Wherever you might be around the world as your season changes from hot to cold, or cold to hot, or just mild to mild, I wish you all a grand day.