the charm of autumn

These are the days of jewelled skies and birdsong. The leaves have turned to gold, ruby, tourmaline. The air is looser, lighter, than summer's heat-clogged atmosphere, and so birds' voices travel farther and sound sweeter - sound infact like bells celebrating an advent we humans know nothing about. 




The seasonal loveliness begs for picnic lunches, picnic dinners. Sitting on lush grass and crackly brown leaves to eat salted bread, hummus, seeds, nuts fruit ... watching a paddling of ducks march after a leader and stop abruptly when he turns to stare at them, as if they are playing What's The Time Mr Wolf? like a group of school children ... watching a teenaged magpie demand food from his parents although he's really old enough to do some foraging for himself ... finding pinecone roses in the grass, last summer roses in gardens ... trying to be inspired for story writing but just feeling inspired for living instead.




Last week I travelled far to find beauty. This weekend I travelled just a little beyond my regular stomping ground. And although there's something magical about visiting places you've never been before, there's something equally magical about the beauty you can experience three miles from your front door. It has a special comfort to it, a friendship, that in my mind is as lovely as any exotica.




If it was up to me, we'd only ever have spring and autumn. (Maybe a month each of the other seasons, for the sake of longing.) We'd have always the gold-dust heart of roses, treesoft skies, tender breezes, certain books, the last hour of meltingly beautiful light before night begins clambering on up, the peace of an unhurried garden, the taste of tea in afternoon's cooling, beeswax-scent, sourdough bread, the quality of birdsong in fine-boned hours at the edge of each day, picnic meals, candelit stories, heartbeat pressed against heartbeat for warmth on cold, old, starlight nights, petals underfoot.

8 comments:

  1. Your words are like one of those nature pauses at the end of day. The seasons seem nature's way of saying "pay attention to me". The changes certainly have that effect. I loved "gold-dust heart of roses" and "treesoft skies". Such a beautiful gift you have.

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  2. Your words are like one of those nature pauses at the end of day. The seasons seem nature's way of saying "pay attention to me". The changes certainly have that effect. I loved "gold-dust heart of roses" and "treesoft skies". Such a beautiful gift you have.

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  3. magpies! lovely shot. i too prefer the so-called 'transitional seasons'...especially autumn.

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  4. Beautiful photos and thoughts. xoxo Su

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  5. Truly, you are a Soul Sister - I prefer Spring and Autumn... I love the in-between times (dawn and dusk), and see these seasons as 'in-betweeners' too... The light and the air is always 'just right' :) xx

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  6. This post is incredibly beautiful. It make me sigh. I love the colors in the pictures, the words you use. I love autumn. It is my favorite season. It has magic and so much feeling to it.

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  7. A beautiful tribute to Autumn.

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  8. sounds like a beautiful time of year
    lovely to consider autumn in our spring

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