Some call it the Beaver moon
Awakening to clouds underneath, mountains out and the moon still smiling
Love love love ❤
Some call it the Beaver moon
Awakening to clouds underneath, mountains out and the moon still smiling
Love love love ❤
Soft rustling leaves
a palette of rich orange golden earthy tones
shades of cozy autumn dreams
and still a little green flowing through
Some leaves they let go, fly and dance in the wind
some berries they hang on
Oh, the beauty of it all ❤