Yellow and Red and Brown

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns”

– George Eliot

Every year around this time, when the air is crisp and clear, the nights are cool, the doona is out, we go to Mount Wilson in the Blue Mountains, 120 kms out of Sydney to the west.  Once we are there we know that this is it, the glorious autumn is, indeed, here. We have the proof – the changing colours.

It is my favourite time of the year. There is some special calmness and joy about it, lovely emotions filling our days, together with the bittersweet anticipation of winter months. It means that the cold is inevitable, but as a compensation for this minor discomfort there will be open fire, red wine, quiet company, longer nights spent reading, pumpkin soup on the stove and the coziness of ugg boots.

It’s like a warm embrace.