Every year I am ready for autumn much sooner than it is ready for me.
It’s the cherry tree’s fault. Come February it is frantically dropping its yellowed leaves and by the time the autumn equinox arrives, it stands proud and bare in front of the duck house whilst all around it is still clothed in summer green.
But this week … there are hints of red in the Japanese maples and viburnum. The grape vine has lost its vigour and its leaves grow crisp and listless. There are glorious orange pumpkins stacked up every and appearing in every supper. I’ve finally popped the fairy mermaids and sea critters back into their baskets and set up the season table with the fairies of autumn leaves and seed pods, gnomes living in cosy pumpkins, and kindly witches gathering mushrooms for their potions and welcoming the fox babies who are now adventuring out by themselves. I’ve added blankets to our bed, slippers to my feet, and the honeyed autumn morning light is finally dipping low enough to slide across the porch and into our cottage.
It is also time to frantically stitch up a new baby quilt for a colleague. A quilt I’ve been gathering fabric for and planning for weeks. But only started cutting and stitching now that it is less than a week til the baby shower.
Ah yes. Though the years may bring so much that is new, so many things never change. Autumn will always comes later than I hope. And I will always leave things to the last moment :-) Perhaps this is just how it’s meant to be.