I miss the crispy, earthy toned leaves which cheered me every time they found me

 I miss their crunch underneath my feet

I miss the overwhelming desire to kick and swoop the leaves along with my feet like a small joyous child

I miss the Indian Summer days where the golden rays managed to sneak through before the evening chill took hold

 Now that we are in the season of blah, I do miss the season of gold

These shots where taken at the historic Convent Gallery in Daylesford which we visited last month on our honeymoon