🍂 Coming 09.18.26 🍂

Deep in the autumn woods, under golden and scarlet boughs, a narrow path leads to a small cottage…

The wooden door is decorated with a maple-bough wreath. Forest friends (fox, owl, and hedgehog) are here to greet you as you step through the door into a small braided rug.

The table is set for tea. A pie, just out of the oven, steams on the stovetop. Freshly canned apple preserves and jars of honey sit on the counter. Baskets hang from the rafters, and in the living room, stuffed bookshelves flank a stone fireplace. Candles flicker on side tables, casting halos of orange light. A basket of yarn is cozied in one corner of the couch, a half finished pair of socks peeping out.

At Autumn’s Hearth, life moves at a slow pace. There is time for quiet, for rest. Time to sit down and take a breath. Crack open a book, sip some tea. Make yourself at home.