I'm still marveling at the way seasons change around here -- the transition between Fall and Winter is pretty enchanting. It's true that we were spoiled with palm trees and amazing 70-ish degree weather almost year round in San Diego, but here in New York, I find it nice to have a little bit of the "structure" that different seasons bring. I haven't lived here long, but I'm beginning to take comfort in some of the routine that comes with each winter season: replenishing hats and mittens and scarves, removing the A/C unit, storing away summer clothes, watching Christmas lights and vestibules pop up all over the city...

We've lived in Carroll Gardens for 1.5 years now, and my love for this neighborhood has only grown. I love walking down Court and Smith street and seeing the colorful blur of lights and people and storefronts, and peeking into adorable cafes and boutique shops. I also love walking down the quiet tree-lined streets on Henry or any of the Place blocks, and studying brownstone after beautiful brownstone, and sometimes catching glimpses of elaborately decorated Victorian interiors. This neighborhood has become an incredible source of calm and beauty and inspiration for me, and I'm so thankful to be here.

Originally, this post was just backlog of photos from all the random neighborhood strolls I've taken in the last three months and never got around to posting. But looking over everything now seems to surface a bigger story of changing seasons -- how one location can have so many different faces, and how everything follows this perfectly timed carousel of change and renewal. A gentle reminder that there is a time and place for everything.

October.

November.

December.

There's Rob proudly carrying home our freshly chopped Christmas tree for the year. It's small, but still smells amazing. And, if you've made it this far in the blog post: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays :)