I probably wouldn’t be living where I am right now if I was as hooked on Autumn as I think I am. I could even choose to live up in the mountains, where chestnuts grow, mists swirl, and the season looks more familiar. But I don’t. I live on the coast, not the warmest part, but warm enough to remind me each day that these islands are nicknamed “The Islands of Eternal Spring.”
Autumn here is often marked by a return to greenery, rather than the loss of it in a fiery display of gold and orange. Some time in Autumn the rains come, and days afterwards, as the sun warms the earth again, even the most barren-looking tracts of land turn grassy. Within days, tiny, green shoots flourish like triffids, and the landscape is much kinder than before.