Soon the summer will be over and we will start the long slow fall into darker mornings and autumn days. I like the autumn and its colours, the cooler days, even though there has not been so much of a summer this year. But there wasn’t that much of a summer last year either.
There have not been those long hot summers, which I remember from childhood, for a few years now. Not that I’m complaining, I don’t like the hot dry weather. I prefer English springs and autumns to any other season with their cooler, relatively short and changeable days.
In a way, the summer seems almost stagnant compared to the seasons before and after it. In the spring and autumn there is change, almost constant change with buds growing in one, and the changing colours of the leaves in the other. There is always something new coming or something old fading and going. Each new day feels like a new stage on a journey.