Autumn. Fall. Decline. Old age and that eternal winter that awaits us all are just around the corner. If only time could pass in reverse.
What rubbish.
Autumn is THE season to relish. The sight and smell of that first rain after a long hot summer. Golden leaves on the trees and in the gutters. Autumn is a time of harvest. Gone are the days of work. Retirement provides time to read, walk, photograph and travel at leisure. Autumn has provided a grandson and the time to enjoy him.
‘Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower’
Albert Camus
