I have a kind of quiet confidence in my luck with weather. One year I came to England for 8 months. I arrived in late Summer, which rapidly melded into an Autumn worthy of a poet, or a movie. Leaves turned from green to gold and yellow and red in a fashion so perfect it was breathtaking. As I drove, early morning, through country lanes, mists rose as if on cue, and and reflected the pale sunlight as they swirled and melted in the waxing day. I don’t remember much rain, just crispness and sunshine.
Such a day it was here, in England, both yesterday and Sunday. Apparently, I slept soundly through a loud and nasty overnight storm (well, after an 8 hour flight delay one would!) , but Sunday dawned a stunningly, perfect, crunchy day worthy of the season …….my luck holds! Fall is the only time I am “homesick”. I’m not sure this qualifies as “homesick” because this doesn’t really feel like home, but I am enjoying the atmosphere, the colors, the food (surprisingly!). Even the fact that it feels like the day is waning by 3 pm hasn’t really fazed me – though I’m sure it would if I lived here!
This is perfect weather for walking, even just strolling, admiring the landscape and snapping away. It isn’t yet so cold that being outdoors becomes something of a trial. I have hopes for some great photos for once! More later!!
It does look, though, as if Autumn came suddenly and too soon for this poor bee, who, it seems, met his fate whilst still working at his pollen collection.
