Yet more autumnal days. This morning it was the dark and light grey sky and the sprinkling of different coloured leaves on my car that reminded me that summer is most definately over. I guess that’s the thing with Spring and Autumn, they maybe inbetween seasons but they’re probably the most defined.
You can be guaranteed that cold blustery weather will give way to the spring, when the temprature climbs slightly and everything starts growing. With Autumn, you know that the days will get shorter, the weather will get cooler and things will stop growing. Summer and Winter are a bit of a mis-nomer. It doesn’t get blisteringly hot in the Summer and it sure as hell doesn’t snow in Winter.
I can almost forgive the weather. It’s the atmosphere that changes as far as I can tell. As I walked the dog last night, I could smell the different smoke coming out of the chimneys in the village, notes of wood, of parafin and of burnt paper mingled together to bring an altogether earthy smell.
All this talk of smoke reminds me that I need to email the chimney sweep to get the birds nest(s) out of the chimney stack so we too can enjoy a nice fire this year.
