Another sign that Autumn is getting its hooks in more firmly these days is that I'm reaching for my coat more often. Today, honestly, I'm wishing I could have brought my peacoat, but the trench is not bad if I wear a scarf and gloves, as below. More soon on how my #10weeks1carryon approach is working -- still a month to go, and temperatures are sure to drop. . .
For now, I'm continuing to enjoy the colours of Autumn. . .
Winter Squash Pancakes. The persimmon, found below a heavily laden tree in the Jardin Public, was simply brought home, admired, sketched, sniffed, before being tossed -- it had fallen before it was quite ripe and then bruised enough to dissuade us from trying it. But it made a charming subject for my day's sketch just the same.
There you go, a post for Wednesday, and now I must run, trying to switch my brain to French. Poor little brain. . . .