I have always loved autumn; the turning of the leaves, the slight chill in the air, the promise of beautiful sunsets and cooler nights. Extra layers on the bed, fluffy pyjamas, cosy jumpers to snuggle in to – a whole new wardrobe for me this year due to weight loss. Pashminas, scarves, wooly hats and hot drinks (hands cupped around a Chinese tea mug inhaling the scented steam is now a personal favourite comfort of mine).
Autumn even has its own smell. You can smell the dampness in the air, and the leaves as they turn brown and fall to the ground. That “petrichor” scent that everybody recognises and enjoys if out rambling hills or forests. Where I live is more rural than suburban, so we can smell it as soon as we wake up in the morning. It’s a season of cutting back, reaping the final harvests of the labour you’ve put into your garden and going into semi-withdrawal from the rest of the world, comfortable in your own warm nest – the house you call home, which is like nobody else’s in the world.
Roses are pruned back and sent into semi-hibernation in time for winter; Robins, Blue Tits, Dunnocks, Sparrows and other small birds come seeking food as it becomes more scarce in their natural habitat.
For me, autumn is the most romantic season of them all – sequestered in my nice warm house with my nice warm husband; a hot drink and a cuddle never far away.
What is your favourite season, and what emotions does it envoke within you?