Why do I love the autumn so much? I’ve always loved it, even since I was a child jumping in piles of leaves at the park.
Keats famously described it as the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. These final days of summer, shadows long in the evening sun. Fruit trees laden with ripened bounty, hedgerows dripping with jeweled berries.
My breath makes dragon smoke on those cold, crisp mornings. A walk in the wood with its dappled sun and fallen leaves scrunching underfoot. The rich colours of golds, burnt orange; vibrant reds and warm chestnut browns - nature's final dazzling display before winter draws in.
Shiny mahogany conkers and acorns squirreled into pockets.
Wrapping up warm. Long socks; wellington boots and hand knitted scarves. Hunting for last year’s mittens.
An excuse to splash out on a new season garment like these cosy jumpers from Hobbs.
Indulging in comforting hot chocolate; rustic soup with warm crusty bread; homemade apple pie and cream.
Scrumping apples and climbing trees. Gathering chestnuts from the forest floor.
Coming in from the cold with a red nose, rosy cheeks and tingling toes.
Lazy evenings in front of a real log fire, snuggled in front of the telly with the new season’s drama or learning a new craft.
A long soak in a bubble bath before bed.
The sense of calm and return to routine that back to school brings. Taking five with a hot mug of coffee, sipped in the garden before tackling the day.
What's your favourite season? Are you a leaf kicker or a spring worshipper?
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