market flowers

Untitled I'm not sure what kind of flowers I brought home from the farmer's market this week, but they were vibrant and pretty and the leaves smelled like eucyluptus. I've taken to hanging the loose branches on random walls around the house, which gives me a disproportionate amount of satisfaction.


I love the darker cozier evenings of November. The simplicity of a candle, a clean house, and a movie to watch with Blake can do wonders. Feeling extra thankful this year.