I love Autumn. The colours, the smells, the sense of anticipation as the year marches ever more quickly towards the cliff edge. Here in the Peaks, it is also the season of knowing where you stand weather-wise. The summers are greeted with high expectations, but are often punctuated with drizzle, while the winters come with warnings of impassable roads and school closures, but are most often accompanied by… well… drizzle.
Autumn on the other hand is greeted gladly with the full knowledge that days will be shorter and jumpers will be required. Mornings lit by blazing sunshine and surprise spells of warmth are unexpected treats to be unwrapped carefully, and the year’s best sunsets arrive promptly before dinner so no one need feel the guilt of lighter evenings spent indoors.
Truman Capote spoke of Autumn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s: “Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.” And he is right. With the plans, expectations and disappointments of summer out of the way, the world takes a breather and the pressure lifts. Autumn is the true time for resolutions and change, while the year’s last, loveliest smile is still lighting the way.