
I went walking tonight and autumn is in the air. The temperature is around 10 degrees Celsius, a nice crisp temperature, with the scent of fallen leaves and the slight tang of wood smoke from someone's fireplace. This is the first evening this year where this has happened, we seem to have had a much prolonged summer. It's as if summer had been moved over from it's usual place.
It's funny how each season seems to have its own way of impinging on our senses. In spring its the smell of growing things and damp earth, in summer the smell of freshly mowed grass and the feeling of twilight on the patio as things cool off, in autumn the smell of fallen leaves as they crunch under foot, crisp temperatures and the golden light on fresh sunny days and in winter the silence of softly falling snow, the air cold like a good champagne and the creak of boots walking in the new fallen snow. I think I would have great difficulty living in a place where there are no seasons, it would seem to be a bit boring don't you know.