All around us the signs of autumn are beginning to make an appearance. Despite the lingering sunshine and warmth there are tell-tale signs that the year is turning ever onwards towards the darkness of winter. In Gaelic there are two words for the sun depending on the time of year, and for now we have moved into the time of the little sun, with it’s weakening rays and shortening days. It’s dark now by 7pm, and this change in light has started the change of colours which we all love so much in the autumn. The green leaves of summer are becoming a little tattered and frayed around the edges.
The evening dog walks are happening earlier and earlier, as the nights draw in, and the squirrels are very busy among the trees building their winter stores. The dogs are fascinated with the squirrels, giving sudden chase whenever one crosses the path. Willow walks at this time of year with her head looking skywards, on constant squirrel watch.
The view upwards is beautiful, with the first orange leaves beautifully lit by the low angled sun. One by one the green leaves turn orange, become crisp and dry, and they tumble away from the trees. Spiralling and twisting in the soft warm breeze, drifting and dancing down towards the soft black earth. Every now and then in a sudden swirl of wind the leaves on the ground spiral up to mix and drift with the falling leaves. The air is filled with autumns dancing leaves, and low shafts of sunlight, and it steals my heart. Each moment is filled with so much beauty, so much of natures breath and movement, that it weaves a spell of mindfulness holding me in the perfect moment beneath the trees.
Cool moist mahogany conkers litter the forest floor, glinting in pools of sunlight, hiding among the fallen leaves. Evoking childhood memories, it’s hard to resist gathering a few. To hold and turn a freshly fallen conker, is to tumble back to the past filled with hope and laughter among the autumn trees. There is so much to hold us, so much to fill our minds, that worries spill away with the drifting leaves.
The shadows have crept all the way across the lawn before the washing is quite dry, such a difference in just a few weeks. I love to see the signs of Autumn, and to feel the change of the season? It’s as though the world is taking a long soothing breath out, after the frantic restless energy of summer……I wonder if everyone likes this time of year as much as I do?