Coming home to the sweet aroma of freshly baked pastries and hot tea with honey can only mean one thing. Nana's here.
Much to my delight, my school schedule for the day consisted of only three classes, leaving Nana and I the afternoon to do whatever we pleased.
I'm no gardener. Truth be told, I'd much rather eat and photograph the beautiful abundance of fruits and vegetables. Fortunately, I have a mother and a grandmother who have the patience to nurture a garden.
This particular afternoon, accompanied by the crisp Autumn air, my Nana gardened while I photographed, mesmerized by the crazy entangled carrots, and the intricate patterns of the tomato vines.
We picked apples from our tree, which were later topped with ice cream, in the form of a hot apple crisp.
Just before my last class, we managed to squeeze in a little thrifting expedition -- which was quite successful, to say the least. Chevron coffee mug, lace curtains, and a vintage headscarf? Check, check, and check.
What's your idea of a perfect afternoon?
xo,
abbey