Autumn brings change

Do you feel it in the air? Autumn. A change happening all around you.

As John Keats said, it is the "Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness"

I love the cooler morning that lifts a gentle mist from the river and changes the light from the morning sun to something diffuse and mysterious.

 
In the Charles Dickens novel Bleak House he wrote;

Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards, and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little ’prentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon, and hanging in the misty clouds.

And so as the weather changes we change too. We withdraw more to the home, reflect more on things done and not done in this year. We think about the colder weather ahead and perhaps towards celebrations like Christmas.

We might also think about the fruits of our labour too. Just as the hedgerow plants are loaded down with fruit so to are our efforts yielding their rewards.

So though we may be saddened by the passing of summer, now is the time for you to realise your rewards for the work put in during the spring and the summer of the year.

What will you put by for winter? What experience will you hold close to your heart to keep you warm through the winter? Truly autumn is a time for personal reflection.