If spring is the time of hope and regeneration, then for me autumn and in particular the month of November is a time of reflection. The days are shorter, winter is fast approaching, the blue skies, whilst lovely are not quite so frequent and the fire is permanently lit. The festive season is fast approaching, marking yet another landmark in the annual calender, but just for a couple of weeks, this is a month when I like to take stock of things.
Now before I go any further I must apologise, I have not replied to everyone’s comments you left on the last two posts. I have read them all, and I will reply to you all, it is something I very strongly believe in, if you take the time to write to me I love returning the compliment and writing to you. But these past couple of weeks have been somewhat hectic, I will get around to replying this week, when I hope things are going to be calmer!
It’s been the strangest autumn I can remember. Summer seemed as if it would last forever this year and then the tables turned. If one closed one’s eyes and ignored the signs of nature, it would have seemed as if we had fallen headfirst into winter. The skies were dark and grey and the rain almost relentless. Suddenly it was cold, evenings weren’t just chilly, they were cold. Apart from leaves still clinging to branches it looked like winter. Fall it seemed had bypassed us altogether.
And then, just as we had got used to the idea that this was an annum of oddities, the skies cleared. Finally the sun returned and the mercury rose, there was real warmth in the air once more. Laundry flapped on the line this week, I hurriedly stripped all the beds, making the most of this fine spell. There is nothing, in my opinion, that can beat line drying sheets and clothing. Our indian summer had returned.
And to make things complete now we are back to cooler, average temperatures, sunny days, chilly nights, real autumn weather!
The persimmons are ready for eating
and on fine days locals, often pensioners, are out in their shirt sleeves playing pétanque. It is such a popular sport and it can get extremely competitive. I’ve seen how serious this becomes and watched, as a casual passerby, many tournaments taking place.
My days are busy, there is little or no spare time, but I try to get out on my bike for at least half an hour every day, most of the time I pedal as hard as I can, taking in a couple of good hills, even though our area is mostly very flat. But, despite it being great exercise and vital for one’s health, I also always take along my camera. When cycling or walking we see so much more than when hurrying past in the car. I stop when something catches my eye.
I see the changes that have been taking place here and there. People working hard on projects. Wood is being delivered all around this month. Every now and then I come across a stray hollyhock still thinking it is summer and blooming miraculously and the roses have certainly been putting on a brave face, despite the rain and they are now being rewarded, opening their petals to face the sun.
I pass this gorgeous little cottage regularly, and I just adore it, there is something terribly romantic about the notion of being cocooned inside a darling little space like this, the log fire roaring, something delicious simmering on the stove, low beams and rugs on the wooden floors.
But then flip the coin and I also love the majestic chateaux we have in the area. Imagine living in grand style here. One would of course need a good sized wallet to accompany such a property and staff to help would be a necessity, but, it all makes a wonderful daydream. I asked myself which I would honestly prefer, the perfect cottage, or the perfect chateau and you know, I don’t actually know the answer, both have the pros and cons, in a fantasy world!
So I’ll leave you pondering that and wish you all a very happy Sunday. xx