I first noticed the leaves turning, green fading to brown, a few weeks ago. July - I mean, what's all that about? I did wonder whether it was rust - all the rain we've had, but no - it's definitely early-onset autumn! The wind has picked up to gusty. Not quite what Beaufort would call a gale, but not far off. The handkerchief would definitely not fall at one's feet.

And so I've come to the conclusion that winter isn't far off - but I'm not saddened by this. No, instead I look forward to an end to the damp heat that makes me sit infront of a desk fan all day.

I look forward to winter like a tired man looks forward to his bed.

Seasons

When the sun shines and the heart sings, when the leaves fall and the Earth is carpeted with russet and gold. When Winter's white evens out the blemishes and imperfections and makes everything equal again. When the Sun's powerful pull returns her precious Child Earth closer to her, and warms it in her embrace, and the Trees awaken once more and put on their new clothes ready for another Summer.

The Seasons, I love them!

When the rain lashes harsh against the windows, eerie moaning of the wind in the eaves.

When crocus and snowdrop tease up through the barely thawed ground.

Children laughing, splashing in the surf, lazy evenings, the Breath of Life

Chilly mornings, scarves and hats, catch your breath.

Watch the World getting ready for bed again, yawning sleepily - It's been a long day!