It's really autumn now
When you live somewhere like this the seasons really matter. I thought I was always someone who noticed seasons. When I lived and worked in cities I would take out my knee length boots and winter coat in November and pack away my summer stuff. I would lament the days when I left for work in the dark and came home in the dark. I would chase the light at weekends, walking in parks, kicking leaves, hating that time when the leaves lost their crispness and turned to sullen slipperiness. But up here it is something else again. Firstly autumn itself can be glorious in a way I have only glimpsed before, impossibly beautiful like the day in my header picture, so I have been quite won over by its beauty. I have stopped treating each whirling leaf as a harbinger of doom and started living more firmly in the now. Secondly there is a ludicrous amount of stuff to do in the garden. I have never had so much garden as I do now, love it though I do, and ...