Sunday, 6 November 2011

The Blustery Day

It was dark and cosy when I awoke today; I snuggled down for a few more hours - or so I thought! The alarm called out; Shock! Horror! It was time to get up - now I know that Winter's icy breath will be approaching very soon and what we have to look forward to are months of dark frosty mornings.


... before that time is actually upon us, we have glorious beautiful Autumn to enjoy. 

It's one of my most favourite times of the year in England. The seasons here are so distinct and noticeable; unlike in sunny? (well, quite a lot of the time) South Africa, where the seasons kind of blend into one another - still gorgeous just not so noticeable. 

A time when the leaves turn a myriad of shades of browns, golds, red, oranges

before they fall from the trees and drift down to carpet the ground ... 

When the mornings are crispy and clear ... or sometimes eerily misty ... when the winds blow gustily throwing and whirling the dried brown crispy leaves about in the air like a child having fun!

Walking in the park during my lunch break at work last week (trying to get my daily dose of Vitamin D from the shy sun - did you know that a lack of Sunshine and Vitamin D are contributors to a lot of illnesses as well SAD Syndrome and depression ), avoiding swirling formations of leaves that the wind was tossing about, it all suddenly reminded me of "Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day" ... and Piglet too ... I used to read A A Milne to my children when they were little.

Does that happen to you? Remembering a story or a favourite poem or picture out the blue - a moment of nostalgia?