If we were having coffee this morning, I’d actually be drinking tea. I’m not much of a coffee drinker. I’d like to be, as I adore the smell and the flavour, but it doesn’t really agree with me when I drink it. I think it’s the caffeine, and drinking de-caff seems like a cop-out. So I stick to tea, like a good Brit. You? I can offer you tea or coffee, or green tea with lemon, which I just can’t get on board with. The choice is yours.
So today, as we are sipping on our tea/coffee/whatever, we will be talking about September, and how we can already feel autumn in the air. It is one of those crisply cool mornings that I always love so much about autumn; blue skies, warm socks, breath pluming in the chilled air. Condensation on the car windows, although this I’m just imagining. I am planning on hibernating today and won’t be using the car, which went in for its MOT yesterday and eventually passed, after some tinkering and a bill total that I could have done without.
Anyway, let’s talk about September, and autumn. Autumn is definitely my favourite season. I’m not sure why. I think it’s a combination of things. Not having to make the effort anymore to look cool, casual, and summery. Being able to wearing coats and boots and scarves in the rain and not develop a sweat because it’s too damn hot. This, for me, is a particular bugbear. I have very weather sensitive hair and will cover it with a hooded coat at the slightest threat of rain or moisture in the air, basically because I am very fussy when it comes to my hair. But when it is also a warm summers day, albeit rainy, you tend to get some funny looks whilst hiding under a hood, as well as showing signs of heat rage because it’s just too warm. Okay, maybe it’s just me, but I’m sure you get the gist of what I’m saying. I like the slightly cooler weather. I like wearing thick socks and scarves, and I like crisp mornings. I like pumpkins and the smell of bonfires, and I like making casseroles and stews for dinner. I love Halloween. Fireworks, I can take or leave, as I spend too much time dwelling on the effect they have on animals.
Mostly, I love the colours of autumn. The reds and the golds, the leaves crunching underfoot, and the explosion of different colours in the trees.
What about you? What is your favourite season? Would you like more tea/coffee/whatever?
This September is an important month for my small family, as my son starts high school next week. I’m sure I’ve mentioned it previously; if not, now you know. I’ve been vaguely worrying about it for a while, with a sense of nostalgia and a feeling that there are some things you can’t get back, no matter how much you wish for them. Like my little boy, who loved and needed his mum. Ryan still loves and needs me, but he is swiftly heading towards teenager-dom and puberty, craving independence whilst still shackled to embarrassing parents (me, apparently!) Most of the time, he communicates through grunts and shrugs, which is highly irritating, but which I am trying to ignore. We all go through this stage; I know I did, so I can’t really chastise him for the same thing I inflicted on my parents.
So this September for me brings new beginnings for my son, fresh starts at work as colleagues leave and open up opportunities for others, along with cooler weather, hot and cosy comfort food, Christmas making an appearance on supermarket shelves, and falling leaves. Bring it all on; I’m ready. 😊