Right now October is looking most especially splendid in Suffolk. The hillsides and woodlands are alight with red and gold leaves and the light is soft and warm. I love the changing seasons, it sort of blows my mind to think about living in some other corner of the world without the ticking clock of the four seasons to pace me evenly throughout the year. Most of the time I am entirely ready to usher one season out the door and welcome in the new, although I occasionally do wish some were a little shorter or, in the case of the summer just passed, longer. Nonetheless, I certainly wouldn’t want to give a single one up. No, not even those darkest months when I’m so conscious of the lack of light and brevity of the days.
It does have to be said that this year I took longer than normal to embrace Autumn. September did not deliver the sort of long fading days of summer that I have come to expect and I wasn’t quite ready for the leaves to turn and the shadows to lengthen. Then October breezed in I suddenly found my Autumnal groove. The pleasure of lighting candles in the late afternoon, the long, soft shadows and the precious golden afternoon light.
And October can be such a bountiful month. My children are way too grown up for a nature table project but the habit has persisted within me and each season sees a change in the objects displayed around our home. I just can’t take a walk without stuffing something into my pocket and even at the age of (well let’s not go into that actually), but even as a fully paid up adult, I still have pockets full of conkers, crabapples and rosehips.
All that said, it is with some trepidation that I consider the shorter days ahead. I crave daylight and here in Suffolk, November can often be distinctly lacking. It can be a month of dark, damp fog and somehow lacks the cosiness and cheer of December. So at this time of year I make a point of pausing to savour those really special moments of light, storing them up as mental ballast for any grey days to come.
So as I ponder this, I am wondering if other people feel the same way? Do you embrace each season, are there months, or even whole seasons that you could happily skip?