September arrives like a hush in the trees. The air turns crisp, the light slants differently, and the forest begins to exhale its final bloom. In this post, I’m sharing a journal spread created with real pressed botanicals—each leaf, petal, and pinecone a small spell of memory—layered with vintage ephemera, torn pages, and that sweet sense of seasonal melancholy I crave this time of year.

This is not just a craft project. It’s a moment captured in paper.