There’s something about this time of year which leaves me feeling extremely happy with my lot.
Not that I’m unhappy for the rest of the year – far from it – but there’s a twinkle in the eye of autumn that puts me at ease and makes me feel very relaxed and happy in my own skin.
I think it has something to do with the lifestyle we all tend to adopt when the coldness kicks in. The heating generally goes on making everything seem that much cosier. The food we rustle together is almost always comforting – the sort of food you dream about in summer when it gets a bit nithering.
Everything good about living in England comes to the fore in autumn – the plentiful produce from the harvest, the welcoming glow of roaring fires in country pubs, the multi-coloured show of the leaves on the trees turning the countryside into a tapestry, crisp clear autumnal days when the air feels just that little bit fresher. I love it all.
The onset of colder weather always excites me for some reason. Warm weather in summer is always lovely, but I can take it or leave it and I look forward to the changing of the season every year.
I can tolerate winter, I like a good summer, and I’m quite satisfied by spring – but I adore autumn.