It's that time of year again - when I get my leaf cutter out, make blackberry and apple pie and start waxing lyrical about the coming of Autumn. The making of the pie almost seems to punctuate the end of one season and the beginning of another, in my head, at least.
This week I have been thinking about how much sense it makes that some cultures celebrate New Year in the Autumn. I've been stumbling over my attempts to write down into words exactly what this time of year means to me for so many years and I'm still not even close to managing to capture it but for me, it's a real coming alive experience - the change of colours, pace, lifestyle and focus - it feels like a new start, a chance to try again and do better.
I sometimes wonder if I have become too repetitive in what I share in this space. We have immersed ourselves in this cosy pattern as we follow the wheel of the year and yet, even with the similarities, each year feels so much more different from the last as we continue to grow, learn and evolve. I hope that translates on to the page.
That was a more thoughtful post than the one I had intended when I sat down to write!