Yesterday was the 1st of March, and in these parts that is considered to be the first day of autumn.
This time last year, we were in the middle of a 5-month drought, with a succession of
long hot days behind and ahead of us.
This year, it has already felt autumnal for some time; the nights are cool and the
mornings chilly, and some trees are already turning.
Although there are still ripening tomatoes in the garden, the plants have already signed out:
We have eaten the last of our beautifully sweet corn cobs:
And the normally red leaves of one of my favourite trees, Cercis "Forest Pansy",
have deepened to a glowing ruby:
Winter is coming, and it makes me sad. I miss the warmth of the sun.
The only positive is that at least all of my Northern Hemisphere friends
will be looking forward to their coming spring.
"He that is giddy thinks the world turns round"
Shakespeare ~ The Taming of the Shrew