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| Prompt: Autumn Impressions "Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground." Andrea Gibson Write about what this quote brings to your mind? *** I don’t think Autumn is the hardest season – it’s the best. And the imagery that leaves are falling in love and to their deaths sounds like something out of a very dark romance novel that doesn’t have a happy ending. Autumn is my favourite time of the year – seasonally and metaphorically with life. There is weighted a sense of fulfilment and inevitability that sits comfortably within the season. It hangs heavy and can’t be ignored. It’s like the year had an epiphany and everything suddenly makes sense. I also think my personality is autumnal – I’m not bright and sunny, or perky and full of new energy… I’m stormy and colourful. Autumn is busy and maybe that’s why people thinks it’s hard. But I see it bursting with life. It’s the seasonal reminder that you reap what you sow. It’s when the fruit and vegetables are ready to harvest. Traditionally it’s when people and communities came together, got ready for the harsher winter months. There were parties and celebration, usually filled with mead and cider. It’s also when me birthday is and I read somewhere once that your favourite time of the year often coincides with birthdays – so I may be biased. I love the colours. I love the storms. Summer is great – it’s hot and everything is so alive, but Autumn has a raw sense of power that seems to hang in the air. The nights start to really stretch and wrap around you. The cozy clothes come out. There are bonfires, and harvests, and so much food – not the light, delicate food from summer, but the thick, rich type of food that sticks to your bones and fills your larder for the winter. Spices seem to take on a life of their own. Soups and warm, crusty cob loafs warm you up from the inside. And mugs of steaming beverages are sipped, while wrapped in blankets, watching the storms cloud roll in with the cracks of thunder and lightning. There is a sense of contentment and peace. |
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