Cozy Autumn Corners

The place I call home has four seasons, and October falls in the middle of autumn.

Spring brings soft fragrances, pastel colours and gentle breezes. Summer reinforces the maturation of those fragrances and colours and adds spectacular storms of thunder and lightning.

Autumn is different. It’s the precursor to heavy winter rain, snowstorms, and ice. It arrives with attitude: brilliant colours of gold, burnt orange, crimson and blood red, a chilled wind that crushes the gentleness of spring and the laziness of summer.

Autumn sucks the life from less hardy plants and commences the death of blustery winter. The distant sun withdraws its power to generate growth, and green foliage morphs to spectacular colour, evidence of decay and death. Blossoms shrivel and snap from their support. Autumn is a season of determined change: fog, rainbows, even snow.

I welcome the change of each season, for each one is new ad different, in all its glory and spectacle and challenge. I welcome autumn, for its forecast of what is to come . . . the cold bluster of winter when we’re driven in doors to find cozy corners warmed by a fire and a large armchair into which I can snuggle and read a delicious story.

Enjoy autumn while you can for all it has to offer. Then think about those enticing books yet to be discovered.