This Season

It's Fall, Autumn, October. My favourite month in my favourite season. It's crisp and cool and it's a halfway point; the trees are as emerald as they are everything else.

There's an explosion of colour--saffron and ruby, marigold and claret. There are piles of leaves on the ground and mouldy decay wafts into the air.

The Earth is like a dead thing taking a slow journey inward and her people walk on her and pluck things from her; reaping what they've sown. Will they have enough to get them through the winter?

We harvest now so that soon we can have cobbled streets and Christmas markets and mulled wine as our breath fogs the air; I love fall and winter in England.

I need to take more pictures. On this weekend's walk I will.