The air in Oakhaven didn’t just cool when September hit; it thickened with the scent of dried cedar and pressed cider. For Mel Bennett, this wasn’t just a change in weather—it was the beginning of her "High Season."
She reached for a bundle of dried mugwort, binding it tightly with charcoal-colored twine. This was for the "Threshold Sweep"—a ritual her grandmother taught her to clear out the stagnant energy of summer and make room for the introspection of winter. Next to it went a small, hand-poured candle the color of a bruised plum, scented with patchouli and damp earth. Mel Bennett - Autumn Flavor & Witch Essentials :)
The front door creaked open, and a gust of wind sent a flurry of maple leaves skittering across her floor. It was Elias, the local blacksmith, looking weary. The air in Oakhaven didn’t just cool when
She took a long sip of her own tea, tasting the honey and the sharp bite of ginger. The veil was thinning, the harvest was coming in, and Mel Bennett was exactly where she was meant to be. Next to it went a small, hand-poured candle