I’ve always dreaded the onset of autumn.
As an optimist, I prefer the anticipation of what’s to come, rather than harvest.
Spring is my favorite season, with its bright buds and brilliant blossom. Second best is summer, with long daylight hours always a source of pleasure.
I can even reconcile myself to September for its often bright, crisp days and occasional spell of Indian summer weather. But the arrival of October, with shortening days and falling leaves, has until this year made my spirits sink.