I can’t fight it any longer. My denial of the inevitable has crumbled in the face of the onslaught of fact – it’s autumn.
The days are noticeably shorter, and tumbling every day. The sun no longer warms the bones and yes, there is the chill back in the mornings and evenings, the weakest of us resorting to actually turning the heating on for the season.
My enjoyment of autumn is spoiled by the spectre of winter. I dread winter. In fact, I have no idea how I’m going to make it through this year given that I’m already showing signs of depression. I am trying my best to delight in the turning of the leaves, the thought of bonfire night, the season of stew and knitting (knitting!). But alas and alack my weary spirit is instead struggling to keep up. I am bracing myself for a truly awful winter.
And not even the thought of home made apple pie with our very own harvest of apples is helping.