Hello, October

The view from the window in the room where I write is of the garden. So far, throughout my full-time freelance career, which began in the spring, this view has been mostly of the summer. I’ve enjoyed watching birds rummage around for food, bees dipping in and out of flowers, and the brighter colours. Now, it’s changing.

The arrival of autumn isn’t a surprise, but I still struggle with it each year. Shorter days, colder temperatures, continual rain. Actually, as much as I love being warm (or even slightly-too-hot), I can tolerate the colder temperatures. It’s the dark and wet that I don’t enjoy.

No wonder pagans popped a party in half-way through.

I appreciate that seasons are an essential part of nature - and the prospect of soup, blankets, and sitting in front of the fire does make it a little easier to bear - but autumn and winter will always rank behind spring and summer for me.

Does this mean I’m going to be an insufferable misery-guts for the next six months? I hope not, but feel free to let me know if I start slipping!