I have such mixed feelings at this time of year. I love spring and summer so much, and I love the long, light days and the warmth such a lot, that I can’t help but feel a little grief that they’ve gone. But I really love autumn too, with its rich burnt russets and vivid reds, oranges and yellows. And did I mention the kind of light you get at this time of the year? It’s just glorious – the season’s swansong before the gloom of winter sets in.
Because we’ve had an ongoing warm, sunny spell, the leaves are only just beginning to turn now. I have a season ticket for some beautiful gardens nearby, and this year they had an open day for season ticket holders. I jumped at the chance to go there, because they close to the public in September and I’ve never seen the place later in the year. I was a bit cheeky and emailed to ask if Geoff could come too, even though he didn’t hold a ticket. They were very nice and said yes, no problem. We were blessed with the most beautiful day for it, and even though I wasn’t feeling particularly well, the two hours we spent there were bliss. We bypassed the wine, tea, scones and cakes and just wandered around, taking pictures.
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods
and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.”