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Monday, 21 November 2011
Autumn (Fall) Delights: 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy
In Scotland autumn (fall) comes early, when the early morning air in late August smells different, there is a different light in the sky and mist hangs over our valley.
Autumn is my favourite season and I love the colours of, brown, bronze, burgundy, green and gold. Is this anything to do with the fact I was a "September" baby - as were my grandmother, mother, aunt, two uncles and husband? As once a brunette, these colours were staples in my wardrobe, and also feature in our home decor.
I recall as a child:
* Scuffing my shoes through the leaves, and enjoying the crunchy sound - this still appeals to me!
* Collecting different coloured leaves to take home and make a picture. * Gathering blackberries in the hedgerows and bilberries among the heather - and turning our lips purple as we sampled the fruit. * Watching my mother turn the glut of apples, pears and plums into tarts, sponges, crumbles, jellies and jams
My little granddaughter enjoying a walk in the woods last week
Autumn also meant for me new beginnings – of a new school year, armed with a new pencil case or satchel, new shoes or uniform.Later on it meant the sense of anticipation of a new university year, riding on the top of the bus on a crisp morning, seeing EdinburghCastle and the Royal Mile skyline rising above the trees changing colour in PrincesStreetGardens.
Now living in the Scottish Borders, the autumn gold colours are magnificent - we just don't always get the blue skies to show them off!
I once read of someone who hated autumn because “everything was dying”.I thought what a pity that they could not see the beauty in this time which to me is trulyepitomised by Keats’ classic poem - I know it can be regarded as cliche, but it is so apt: