18 Mar 2014
Sipping iced coffee and looking out at the haze over the city I'm struggling to find any hint of Autumn; temperatures here are still soaring. The calendar tells me that the seasons have changed, but the urge to kick off sheets in the night is still strangely present. While I still walk through my days in floaty dresses and bare feet my mind has set sail on an adventure. Spice filled stews, cocooning bed linen, beurre bosc pears and new woolly projects on the needles consume my daydreams. Shorter days are imminent and I look forward to rainy ones pottering about an aromatic kitchen.
But Autumn is a gentle soul. She bides her time and presents herself to us subtly. Her gracious nature allows the tenacious Summer to linger a little longer. I am mindful of living in the now but there is a certain deliciousness in the anticipation of a new season. I must be patient however, she will come soon enough.
As she unfolds I am going to take a step back and purposefully watch how I move and mold into each day. I want to be aware how the seasons alter my body, the way I nourish my family, how I connect to my home and my moods. The air temperature, the colours about me, the fibres I choose to wrap around my body all influence my daily movements no doubt and I want to watch it all with open eyes.
Has Autumn shown herself to you yet?