It's Friday afternoon, outside is grey and dusky already. The children have been kicking and playing in the fallen leaves and the blustery wind before coming indoors and nestling down under blankets to read their 'new' library books. Since we're back in Greenwich Mean Time and darkness is falling earlier, we've been lighting beeswax candles in the late afternoon.
We've spent the last couple of days at home, a slice of quiet time after a busy few days as the girls' cousins came to town combined with my annual hospital visit to London at Hallowee'n to check I'm still in remission from Hodgkin's Lymphoma . It was lovely leaving the city late in the day and seeing the streets covered in multi-coloured crispy leaves, kids playing on an urban basketball court in the Autumn light, windows slowly being illuminated one by one and a trick or treating child dangling a pumpkin basket as she held hands with her mother. These glimpses threaded together is what Autumn is to me, in that moment I felt so much gratitude for our changing seasons.
