seasons of mist and mellow fruitfulness...

Autumns here. the trees outside my window are beginning to look like a set of ever changing traffic lights. the spiderwebs in the grass were outlined with diamonds of waterdroplets. the scarf box has reappeared and is making use of itself. the house can no longer be left without at least a jumper. my intake on tea has doubled. soup is becoming a regular meal. the blankets and winter pjamas have come out. my summer shoes have gone away for hibernation and my autumn boots are beginning to age. eight oclock feels like ten, and ten oclock feels like midnight. the morning fog is beginning to envelop its surroundings. conkers are making a regular appearance on our doorstep and the daddylonglegs are invading. the rosy cheeks after an autumn walk. the numbness of cold fingers without gloves. the sneezes in unison and the increasing sales on cough sweets and tissues. roasted chesnuts and freshly fallen apples...