Is it Spring, when new shoots search for the light, wellies are worn, puddles splashed in and the sun says ‘hello’.
When the days are brighter, dinner is something grilled and eaten with chilled wine and a smile. When love is fallen into, lambs are born, babies are made, life gets warmer. New beginnings, happiness, daffodils, holidays searched for and cute cardigans worn.
Maybe it’s Summer, when the nights are long and the air is heady with good stuff being grilled over the neighbours BBQ. When the beer is especially cold and the days perfectly warm.
When school is out and mornings are slower, bedtime is later and Margaritas stronger. A time for flip flops, sun showers, turquoise jewellery, holidays, smiling and bare skin.
Or is it Winter, when duvets get cuddlier and mornings get darker. When fires are lit, cozy slow cooked dinners are made and eaten with heaps of velvety mashed potatoes and good red wine.
When curtains are drawn, blankets brought out and old movies are watched on a wet Sunday afternoon. Boots are worn, hats are searched for, snow is seen and Christmas is coming.
But for me the season I adore the most is Autumn. Continue reading