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🪵 From the Hearth 🪵

Dear friend,

You may have noticed that I didn’t send a postcard last week. While I had every intention to, it was my brother’s wedding weekend. Amidst the joy and chaos of the festivities, I found myself caught up in the whirlwind of events.

The wedding, however, was nothing short of enchanting. It was a weekend filled with cozy bonfires, delicious food, and all of my favorite people. Despite the busyness, moments like these remind me of what matters most: family.

My earliest memories of fall are of my family. In my mind, my mother—all bundled up in her seemingly endless array of seasonal sweaters—is still perpetually watching my cousins play football in the front yard.

My father is tending to his autumn garden—turnips and violas and pansies just beginning to sprout up all around him.

My siblings—piles of Halloween candy sprawled across the den floor—are cozied up by the fireplace, trading their treats with careful deliberation (“three Laffy Taffy’s for a Hershey’s snack bar”; “a packet of Skittles for a Twix”).

I remember hugging my uncle on Thanksgiving morning, traipsing through the haunted corn maze with my childhood best friends, never winning the annual Pumpkin Carving Contest…

Most of all, I remember the bliss that I felt while watching this all unfold, these moments of uninterrupted togetherness—of life in its purest form—that seemed to happen most when everything around us was dying.

So, it’s no surprise why this season has seeped into my skin, has become a fiber of my very being.

🍂 Seasonal Selections 🍂

• In the spirit of Thanksgiving, here’s my favorite pie. I make it every year and it always turns out superb. (Use this for a SF option.)

• And here’s a delicious pot pie recipe.

• I had a dream about this iconic passage from Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar the other night, so naturally, it’s been on my mind. The thought feels very autumnal for some reason:

☕️ What’s Been Brewing ☕️

• Memphians, this forthcoming fine-dining establishment sounds beyond beautiful. Inspired by the whimsical twists and turns of classic fairytales, I just know it’s going to be a cozy, nostalgic delight.

📙 Spectacular Vernacular 📙

Athazagoraphobia [a-thazza-gore-foe-bee-aa] (n.)

1. the fear of being forgotten, ignored, or replaced

Surrounded by the warmth of the bonfire and the presence of all those she loved, her athazagoraphobia vanished.

🤎 Cozy Conversations 🤎

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Thanks for reading, and I do hope you have the snuggest of Thursdays.

There’s still one more week until this postcard transforms into a Winter Wonderland, but I’m decorating for Christmas this weekend… hehe :)

Until next week, stay cozy.

With warmth and whimsy,

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