As the weather shifts to Autumn, I’ve felt myself remembering the cooler mornings last year, arriving at the shop to find the Japanese Maple leaves fluttering around the courtyard and on my door mat. There’s something about the familiar that is comforting to me, to think “I remember this last year”…to anticipate watching the stormy rain through my shop windows, the hum of my Nespresso machine, and to realize this isn’t foreign anymore, and it feels like home.