All the things I like in autumn

Rudeneja, it's when the nature and the weather begins to feel like autumn. And I felt it with the first blast of September's wind. 

I love the amount of color that appears outside the window - starting with yellow and ending with brown. It's the sign that I can wear my jeans and flannels and go to apple picking which is happening every year in the orchard located next to my family home. Afterwards we're assembling in the kitchen to make apple pie. Pumpkin pie or any type of processed pumpkin isn't admired in our family. I am an exception with my predilection for pumpkin spice latte. 

Besides apples, we also collect nuts. Recently, my dad has learned to make wine. Now, he's doing his best while making apple cider. Meanwhile, me and my sister are improving ours skills in raking leaves. This is the essence of autumn. I wish I could put this fragrance in a bottle and smell while feeling homesick.

Another thing typical of autumn are warm sweaters, which I have a large collection of, cute slippers and fall scarfs which I put on when I sit by the fire in the yard and roast marshmallows with my little cousins.

However, my favorite thing is sinking in nature with a book in hand.

Regardless of the season.

My childhood passion

Once upon a time, I had a dream.

And this dream made me create my first blog account.

I was fascinated by literature for as long as I can remember. Wherever I went, I had a book with me, and every summer I read the whole series of ,,Anne of Green Gables". My dream was to become a writer, though half as popular and good in her craft as Lucy Maud Montgomery.

I set up a blog and started publishing stories previously written. Nowadays, I notice considerable inspiration from the writing style of Catherynne M. Valente or Charlotte Brontë and less glorious terms taken from Stephenie Meyer. However, it is important that my blog has gained its followers. Unfortunately, the blogger's career quickly got boring. I felt this wasn't for me. I was drawn to a sheet of paper and a pencil.

I had to wait a little longer for my dream publication, because it only took place during my high school education. My pen became sharper then and the local newspaper appreciated it. I received a lot of support from my Polish teacher who I still keep in touch with.

I finally gave up writing in college. I had no more time to continue this time-consuming and arduous passion. I hope that in the future I will be able to return to writing. I miss it.