It's arrived hasn't it? It's well and truly here. Our front garden is littered with the leaves from our lime tree. We squelch through the moulded grapes and decaying brown vine leaves in the garden. The remaining tomatoes, still green on the vine, are heading for my chutney pan at this rate. A few are still ripening on the window sill but... It's Autumn isn't it?
I don't want to sound down about this because I love autumn. Those first hazzy mornings are lovely. The freshness in the air on our dog walks up on the fields makes you breath in deeply and thank your lucky stars for living here.
This Autumn is a little bittersweet for me as Little Louis Fox has started school full-time. I am so happy for him, and he is already settling in with his new teacher and happy to be with so many friends that he already knows from nursery. I am not going to be one of those mother's who feels redundant now that both my children are in school, makes jokes about "having another one..." and starts manically re-decorating. But I do miss him. I really do.