It’s really has to be one of my favourite seasons (along with winter, spring and summer...), for it really is glorious. And it’s coming.
That crispness in the air when you awaken.
That bright, clear harvest moon.
Those glittering stars with the promise of frost.
The geese returning, animals' habits changing. The wolf coming back to the forest.
Yes, it’s a good season.
For me, I’m thinking about hibernation. I’m thinking about down sleeping bags and blankets, and a crisp layer of dry leaves to curl up in with a warm body beside me. And of course, I'm thinking about making, creating, knitting, painting.
We’ve had the heady days of summer, we’ve had the insects, the endless days which last from before you awaken until after you go back to sleep, and we’ve had the sunburn, the swimming in the rivers and the endless green haze of the hills and forests.
Now we’re retreating back to our caves, back into the warmth. We’re lighting fires, gathering fuel. Checking out mushrooms and harvesting fruits. People are coming together again; it’s the time to rejoin. Enjoy the heat of the fire before you wrap yourself up warm again and go out to rosy cheeks and white breath hanging in the air.
It’s not winter yet, it’s autumn and it’s heavenly. The colours, the yellows, the reds, the oranges: The colour of fire for the fire is still there in the residual warmth coming from the earth and the last gasp of heat from the sun. Autumn: the season of red, fire, warmth, plenty.
It’s early days yet. The days are still t-shirt warm. But the nights are getting cooler. The urge to gather and retreat from the frost is coming... And I’m going to do just that.