A love letter to autumn.

things that caught my eye (and heart) in the burnished bronze of the season.

I’m Lyndsay, mother, creative and storyteller with a background in interiors PR. Story & Thread. is a weekly letter exploring the intersection of creativity, mothering and the living world, with a home and a garden at the heart...

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Hi everyone

Thank you for opening this second letter of the week from me, I really do appreciate you being here and I am excited to share my Love Letter to Autumn — fragments that I have been noticing and collecting within the burnished bronze days of autumn…

The view from Alexandra Palace to the City.

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”

—Emily Brontë

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The soulful season.

Here we are on the last day of November, stepping through the portal from autumn into winter which has silently been creeping towards us for a while — there is a shift from the movement of light and leaves, to an inner spiral of exposed, raw beauty and a quiet clarity.

We have journeyed through the abundant soulful season — from the warmth and faded fullness of September, through the magic of the otherworldly in October, into a place of liminality and in-between in November where there lies both mystery and knowing.

The feeling of fading, ripening and mellowing in autumn is steered by the angle of the diminishing light. As the light fades, autumn has an ethereal quality, a softening between the visible and invisible.

There is a depth to this corner of the calendar — although it is a time of harvesting a-plenty, it is also a time of clearing, with layers to peel away.

Mother Earth has been our anchor as the autumn air has stirred us, stripping away what is no longer needed, allowing the remaining fragments to float to the ground, leading us onto a path of winter stillness.

The ponds on Hampstead Heath yesterday.

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It feels like here is a good moment to pause on the doorstep of a new season and reflect on the things that caught my eye (and heart) as I soaked in the burnished bronze of autumn days…