I stepped outside this morning to go to work and felt the first hint of Autumn, my favourite season.
There was a clear blue sky with just a hint of chill to the air and condensation had rested onto my windscreen. I drove into work with my sunglasses on, the window down and felt the cool breeze on my face.
By mid morning that initial coolness has disappeared, we are still in August and summer is trying to desperately hold on. Most of the trees still have green leaves, but there is an occasional hint of yellow and red if you look closely enough. Blackberries are ready for picking, but I'm not quite ready for a warming crumble.
I can't quite say why I love Autumn so much. Maybe it's because the cold mornings invigorate me ready for the day ahead or the earlier evenings encourage me to relax and rest up. After a summer of salads and socialising I'm desperate to dust off the slow cooker for stews and evenings in.
Autumn is traditionally the time to enjoy the fruits of your labour and while I don't have a veggie garden I still love to go to a market and buy a glut of seasonal vegetables to turn into a warming meal.
Summer is the season of fun...and hayfevers
Winter is the season of Christmas...and flu
Spring is the season of wind and rain
Autumn is the season of colour and snuggling
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“I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.”
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