I love autumn.
Let’s make this crystal clear – I adore it, always have, always will.
Let me count the ways…
The chill in the mornings and evenings.
The colours.
The changes that autumn signifies.
Dusting off the slow cooker, planning your Easter break – autumn’s here!
I love the end of daylight savings, when we all feel like hopping into bed at 8.30pm because it’s so dark it must be later.
Needing a blanket.
Grabbing a cardigan. What is better than cardigan weather!?
That smell when your neighbour lights their fire for the first time.
The crunch of leaves underfoot.
It makes me so happy!!
It’s kind of like seasonal puppy love. And I’ve got it bad.
The light.
The sky. Just look at it!
I feel like these flowers today, joyful and bright and content to just be me.
I hope you feel like that too.
Try looking at all the beauty around you this weekend, even if you’re busy. When you’re at the traffic lights – look at the sky, not your phone. At the sports ground early with the kids? Grab a coffee and look at the trees. Aren’t trees magnificent?
Autumn reminds me that it all just goes on – this life, the seasons, the sun rises and sets, day after week after month after year… and we can’t control any of it, so let’s REVEL in it.
I feel so grateful to be here today. Life is beautiful.
Are you in?
Let’s REVEL in autumnal joys.
Yours in a cardigan,
Annette xx
I Give You The Verbs 
Oh I love autumn too! I love living in a suburb where the leaves fall from the trees. I love driving and walking underneath a canopy of ever changing colour. I love that daylight savings has ended and I can close the blinds before we sit down to dinner. And I love that soup can be on the menu!
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Yes to soup and to driving under the changing boughs of trees!!
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Me too! Hands down the BEST season.
Have you ever read ‘Ode to Autumn’ by John Keats? I have loved it since it was part of our required reading in Year 12.
The first two lines are hands-down, the best:
Ode to Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, –
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing, and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
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That’s beautiful Rach. We didn’t do any poetry at school that I can recall, except maybe a Banjo Patterson poem or two. My dad taught me some awesome poems as a kid… more “the boy stood on the burning deck” than Keats. I still love the rhythm of poetry. Did you share this from memory?
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Hi Annette, what a beautiful post about autumn. It’s made me home sick for Melbourne. I’m in China where it’s spring, flowers budding, trees sprouting new leaves etc, but there’s nothing like a bright and frosty Melbourne day in autumn. Thanks for transporting me there! x Isabel
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What a lovely compliment! I’m stoked to remind you of the best city in the world, in the best season of them all. Thanks for reading Isabel.
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autumn is full of beauty and so is this post, thankyou Annette!
we were in Melbourne, for some beautiful autumn days!
and yesterday was most sublime here,
walking on the beach, with no wind!
that autumn light is divine! … enjoy your autumn! love m:)X
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I am enjoying it immensely Merilyn. Going to make time for some country driving to see even more of its beauty.
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I whole heartedly agree. Autumn is the best season and I love how you’ve capture it in your photos. Bring out the cardies and blankies I say”)
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Hear hear. The constant drum of rain on the roof last night, which woke me early this morning, makes me so happy. Best!
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The change in season to autumn really is a magical time of year. I’ve been relishing the cool, crisp air and shades of red, orange and yellow. And a nana rug on the couch with a cup of tea in the evenings? Yes please!
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It’s just so COSY isn’t it? I love it. My homebody heart is happiest being at home on a cold night. And I actually have a beautiful rug that belonged to my nana, bonus!
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totally my favourite for so many reasons
Autumn’s Blossom
It is in AUtumn we reflect,
retreat in crisp cool nights
punctuated with clear skies and sunshine days.
The crazy bright of summer has slowly slipped away
to reveal cozy chocolate corners,
highlighted with pops and swirls
of olive and deep forest green,
burnished orange, soft gold
and deep brown reds,
cocooning you in their moody hues,
casting shadow in the room,
creating rich warm colours
inviting you to sink into the Autumn palette.
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Love these words. Cosy is one of my favourites. It just sounds like it feels doesn’t it?
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