I love all the seasons from the balmy warmth of summer to the glorious colours of autumn. The starkness of winter so black and white yet so powerful in its contrast.
Autumn to me heralds the end of summer business of camps and festivals, to the preparation for the dark times. Chunky warm jumpers that wrap around you like a welcome hug, fires that glow so red and orange mimicing the autumn colours. Walks scuttling through crispy leaves that lie like a discarded coat around trees laid bare. Glorious smells radiating from kitchens and seeping onto autumn cool air tantalising noses. Stews and hefty puddings. Hot chocolates and slabs of cake.
The night draws in earlier, the warm lights glowing through curtains as people drift home and curl up on sofas. Time to slow down and contemplate your year so far and what you want to do in these long dark nights.
A good book, knitting or crochet, painting or just catching up on televisions and movies. For me its time to get home ready for Christmas where family will get together to eat and enjoy a drink or three. Lists upon lists and enjoying the time to catch up on things left neglected as the sun had drawn us out for fun and warmth.
Walks in the woods and lanes, watching the changes every day as the sky lightens to a whitish grey as the light battles through thick clouds. Bird song quietend and animals prepare for winter. The woodlands laid open as more leaves lay as a carpet on the ground than on the branches. The strong earthy smell fills your senses as you walk through the leaves, hearing the crunch as you step.
Cheeks glowing from the crisp air as you walk, head slightly down from the wind that relentlessly slaps at you as it frolics through the trees and more leaves float delicately down to join the golden carpet.
Picture below from Deviant Art