Well, Dear Reader, I think we can all be agreed that Autumn has arrived. The weather belies the fact that it is almost Winter and because of that Autumn seems to have been a little tardy.
Down here on the sunny Isle it’s been a bit of a mixed bag. We seem to have had everything – monsoon rains, days warm enough to sit outside with a cuppa, chilly although not frosty mornings and enough incentive to light the fire and have a pint of gravy with everything. But it hasn’t been really cold as yet. It’s still jacket weather here and my lovely, recently purchased, red coat is still on its hanger in the wardrobe waiting for a chillier day. I picked the Smallest Baby Girl up from nursery with the Other Child yesterday and she loved swishing through the piles of fallen leaves and thought it was the greatest thing ever. That’s the best thing about being two, everything is new, everything is exciting and an adventure. What a shame that we can’t stay in that state of wonderment for a bit longer. Having said that, I quite enjoyed swishing through the leaves with her (there was an amount of giggling and throwing leaves up in the air and shouting wheeee – and that was just me!) – grace in small things and all that!
And what would life here be like without a few photos for your pleasure and delectation. Everywhere I look there seems to be the juxtaposition of the zingy yellows, reds and oranges of the Autumn…
And then, when you aren’t paying attention, nature throws a curve ball and brings you this
The Winter Cyclamen in all its simple elegance. A splash of colour in the porch and something to be enjoyed for many weeks to come. Autumn may be here, but Winter will be knocking at the door all too soon. Brrr.