Autumn. Keats’s “Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness….”. The time for tidying up the garden, bringing in the harvest and beginning to batten down for Winter.

 

Not for me. That  first nip of Autumnal air, which here in Scotland can sometimes be sniffed  in August, brings excitement. It’s the season of start. Twenty three years of full time education have left their mark,  even though it’s longer since they ended. This article expressed it better than I can.

I don’t buy new pencil cases these days, well maybe sometimes.  But I do look forward to the change in my wardrobe. Swapping sandals for boots, looking out scarves and gloves,  adjusting the colour palette. I know I’ll be desperate to wiggle my toes in the sun come April but for the moment  I’m revelling in the change.

Perhaps at this point I should declare an interest?  September is my birthday month, and MrS’s, then in October it’s MasterS’s and our anniversary. So Autumn is party time too. It’s not that I don’t like the sun but when the sun shines on an Autumn day as well as the warmth you get beautiful long shadows, which coupled with those mists , are a special joy.

And if you’ve been tidying up the garden, isn’t that pile of leaves just begging you to jump right in?

 

Marina x

 

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