One day it was the ‘end of summer’ and then…
The sun turned the frost to gold as the chill air bit our noses. The ground crunched under our boots and the pigs stayed cosy in their straw beds rather than rushing straight outside.
The golden light, the frosty earth, all adds up to my favourite season of all. Autumn is when I really feel alive, full of beans and magic. Plus I get to wear all my woollens, I have a lot of woollens. Despite it’s early arrival I’m more than happy to greet this new season. My tomatoes are in, the pumpkins still need to ripen and we are covering over some of the more tender plants, so the garden is ready to welcome the new season too.
The ducks were largely unmoved by the shift from summer to fall, they drifted serenely through the geyser like mists, dreamily wafting across the mirror like surface. In and out they floated, through the rising, steamy clouds; happy to accept what the morning brought.