Friday, 15 September 2017

Autumnal



The smell of the fire mixed with the freshly baked apple and cinnamon loaf was both comforting and unsettling for me.  Memories flooded my mind and I had to take some time to be filled with nostalgia.

A part of me isn't ready for this new season and is still tightly clinging to the smells of salt and sand, walking barefoot in our front garden, and never needing an excuse to go for ice cream.  Yet, this afternoon the mixed scents of freshly baked apple loaf and the wood burning fire made my heart feel at home.



In the mornings I can see my breath, tiptoeing across my bedroom floor to stand near the heater before facing the misty morning that peeks through the shutters.

The afternoons, filled with walks along golden plastered paths and clear blue skies.  Scrapbooking leaves, feeling enveloped in a knitted jumper, a sharp intake of breath as I step out into the cold yet fresh air.  Baking with home grown apples, sharing recipes with friends that have been passed down from generations, passed down through seasons.  

The darker nights are closing in, filled warm memories made with family and friends, huddled in living rooms sheltering against the darker nights.



Autumn, I welcome you with cautious but open arms.


Carolyn 
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