The last few days has brought about heavy storms along with high winds and in many parts of the country this has finally brought down the remaining leaves on the trees.
We’re lucky here in the South East though, a fairly mild late Autumn has given us one of the best arrays of colour for years.
For colour, Autumn for me is the best time of the year; Springtime is good because it has that magic of re-birth all tinged with yellow, Summer has the green mixed in with sunburnt grass, but Autumn has colours which surely no man could ever re-create in a work of Art. The tones of greens, browns and golds all make for a feast of warmth and depth.
In a way I think we see ourselves in the Seasons; Spring representing Youth and Autumn reflecting the newly found senior years. That’s not saying we’re all about to leave this Planet, it just conjures up that sense of someone having lived a full life and gained much on the way. Autumn is a complete season, it is going from one thing to the next, it hangs on if it can, but ultimately has to give in to Winter and wait for the Spring to bring it all back round again.
Whether or not we have that opportunity is about 60 pages worth !!
I often wonder if the pre-Raphaelites found this time of the year the most inspiring. Their colours always reflect warmth and meaning, I guess you could say the same for when the Hippy years of the 1960’s and early 1970’s came along.
With all the leaves making their final descent into mould on the ground below the trees, we still have a few days to go walking through the Countryside kicking the golden leaves as we go.
It brings back memories of childhood. They speak about Cushion fights, but leaf fights were much better!
For me it’s some for the Compost, some for Leaf Mould and some for the Bonfire. In another two weeks all will be gone and we have that long boring, cold and damp wait til around the end of March to see the whole ball rolling yet again.