A Love Letter to Autumn in Hunt Country
Oh, Virginia,
In the next month or so, summer’s warmth will begin to wane and your rolling hills will turn into a mosaic of russet, gold, and amber. Warm cups of tea and coffee will be enjoyed against the morning frost and autumnal sunrises, and we’ll begin to watch as foxes play and dogs rejoice.
Equestrians will don their field coats anew, riding swiftly on horseback as hooves clatter and hounds holler. As we stand in dewy fields with muddy boots, we’ll watch our horses frolic and delight in the chilly air.
The breeze will be filled with the scent of leaves, and our homes will be filled with the warming fragrances of cinnamon, apples, cloves, and pumpkin. Your oaks and maples will stand proud and tall as we watch their leaves cascade along the ground like nature’s confetti.
Enjoying the views at your many wineries, we’ll sit by the fire with a glass of red in hand and watch the horizon blush in tones of amber and marigold.
In Virginia’s hallowed ground, autumn’s beauty is found.
All my love,
Aleyson Bickley
