Autumn is most definitely here, the leaves have changed colour (and started to fall) and the storms have arrived. At the moment we’re probably at the peak of colour before we tip into the faded palette of winter.
My walk reminded me of one back in the spring, also a damp day. Then the colours were beginning to develop.
Opposite sides of the seasonal spectrum.
This year more than most spring brought signs of hope; infection rates fell and we were able to meet our friends again.
Summer, well it wasn’t normal but it was freer, and we were able to welcome guests.
Now we have the prospect of winter, and a retreat back to our homes*. We’ve adapted, there’s no guising** for the children this year but windows and gardens have been filled with pumpkins and spooks for a hallowe’en treasure hunt ***.
As the nights and our lives draw in, I’m getting the sparkly lights out early to brighten up the dark evenings.
Christmas won’t be a big family gathering, whatever the governments decide. There won’t be carols at the pub, nor our panto in January. But I’m just hoping that winter won’t be too long and dark, and I’ll be watching the spring flowers in the rain in 2021, planning the season for our guests.
Stay safe. Stay well. Hope to meet you soon.
*As I was writing this Argyll and Bute was put into tier two restrictions, which means we can meet friends outdoors or in cafes, but not at home.
** dressing up and visiting houses
***Parents take their children around the island spotting the pumpkins, the children earn a treat for each they spot
