Crisp

A vintage-warm acoustic album for a home café day touched by the first hints of autumn - mellow fingerpicked guitar, soft piano, tender young vocals, a whisper of vinyl crackle, with light sunny-pop tunes and two little waltzes woven in, following one turning-of-the-season day from a cool breeze at the window to a gentle welcome for September in seventeen songs.

The story begins as a crisp breeze slips through the open window in "Crisp." She slides her arms into a light cardigan in "Sleeves," takes cinnamon and spices down from the shelf in "Spice," and simmers chai slowly in a small saucepan in "Chai." Apples are sliced crisp and sweet in "Apple," a spoonful of honey ribbons into the first cup in "Spoonful," and the plaid blanket comes out for the first time this year in "Plaid." Golden light gilds the window-side tea in "Gilded," the first fallen leaf spins a bright little waltz in "Leaf," baked-apple pie joins the table in "Pie," and a leaf lands right on the little lamb's head in "Rustle." The heart of the day arrives with "Turning" - quiet thanks for seasons that turn in kind hands. Then cinnamon snickerdoodles with a refill in "Snickerdoodle," a burrow into the blanket on the sofa in "Burrow," a slow nocturne waltz in "Nocturne," a last cup at dusk in "Nightfall," and a soft hello to the new season in "September."

Each track carries just a drop of quiet grace, making this the perfect soundtrack for change-of-season tea time, chai and cinnamon afternoons, and slow days at home.