Autumn Arrives

Autumn is officially here. My favourite season because it heralds the return of cool (sleepable) nights and bright days and is filled with colour, although often of the softer variety than found is Spring. If seasons were My Little Ponys then Autumn would be the quieter, more sophisticated one. Spring would be the giggly, playful, one. And everyone loves that one. But for those of us who give Autumn a bit of attention, we see a beautiful, vibrant side.

The only problem I have with Autumn is a question of clothes. You’re not quite out of shorts and t-shirts but some days you need jeans and a jumper. 20 degrees in Spring felt comparatively balmy while 20 degrees in Autumn feels a tad chilly. Sometimes I dress in the morning and then have to get changed about lunchtime.

But it’s a small price to pay I guess, for Autumn’s charm.

Autumn Has Arrived

I love April. March is a bit of a tease, flashing us with sweltering days and then blindsiding us with a burst of cold weather but April is all mild days, crisp as an apple off the tree, and cool nights touched with the scent of wood smoke. It’s the perfect weather for getting outside, gardening or making mudpies (or a little of both).

It’s not so conducive to actually sitting down and writing but hey, there’ll be time for that when May and June roll round and winter cranks into gear. At the moment I’m enjoying some time with the kids while school holidays are still on, tucking into what the Easter Bunny so kindly left us and doing a little polishing on the manuscript I’ll be talking about with a publisher at the writers conference next month.

Where ever you are in the world I hope the weather is being kind to you.