Page 65 of Love and Lattes at Pumpkin Hollow
He took my hand in his as we walked towards where my dad was talking to the mayor.
Was I imagining a tiny spark between the two of them? I wasn’t sure quite how to feel about that but there did seem to be a hint of magic in the air tonight so perhaps it wasn’t all that surprising.
‘Glad to hear it,’ I joked back to Dylan. ‘It’s the season we met in, after all.’
‘Definitely my favourite then.’ Dylan winked at me. ‘I’ll get us two pumpkin spiced lattes. Maple – do you want a Puppuccino?’
Maple was bounding along beside us like always and she let out a bark, proving once again that she seemed to understand whatever we said to her.
I watched them go and smiled. Dylan had said autumn was now his favourite season. Who would have thought that six weeks ago?
I remembered the reasons I’d listed to myself back in September as to why I loved this time of year. How would I revise that list now?
Autumn was still my favourite season for these very important reasons:
My mother loved this time of year and named me Willow after her favourite tree from her childhood.
I owned Birch Tree Farm where the trees that lined the drive up to the farmhouse changed to stunning colours each year autumn came around.
I was born in October.
I had created Pumpkin Hollow: a pumpkin patch that opened in autumn and had been a complete success this first season.
Autumnal food and drink were the best, especially topped with whipped cream (winky face emoji).
I had fallen in love in October.
