Apparently I am not allowed to complain about the end of summer, given that we have had –quite literally– almost 5 months of warmth and happiness this year, but that doesn’t prevent me from writing a little ode to my favourite season, does it?
As you may well know by now, my soul is like a tropical plant: wild and colourful, but constantly craving those hot temperatures. I blame my Mediterranean blood, but it’s something I wouldn’t want to change for the world! Have you seen everyone’s faces when a sunny day comes unexpectedly? How everyone picks up their picnic baskets, their smallest clothes and their biggest sunglasses and steps out to be graced by the King Star? OK, this might be only a faithful representation of a summer day in England, but once you live here you learn to appreciate the good stuff when it knocks on your door unannounced!
In any case, it’s undeniable that autumn –aka pumpkin season– is round the corner, so there’s no point in fighting the elements. And as much as I like to cling on to summer and never stop wearing linen, I will confess that September has always been a special month for me.
For one, it’s my birthday month –any other Virgos in the room?– but beyond the variable enthusiasm revolving my bday, it’s always been a month that signifies new and exciting beginnings: a fresh school year, the change of colours in the background, the crisp smell of autumn in the air and the inevitable comeback of the cozy clothes.
This year seems to be slipping through my fingers, but I guess that’s partly due to the fact that for over 4 months our routine went out the window as we trotted around the world trying to fit a lifetime in just a few weeks…
Now that we are back, we have been very busy (euphemism for bloody stressed out) moving into a new apartment, resuming our jobs, settling in, regaining that familiar pace that makes you appreciate your simple but comfortable life… Ah, do I sound like a grandma or what? I have been loving decorating our new place, making it as cozy as possible for the upcoming autumn months, and catching up with friends after a hectic summer. We might even squeeze in a couple more of picnics in the park before the leaves turn orange, living life on the edge! hahaha
It feels good to feel at home but I am ready for what September wants to throw at me!
So at the moment I am really feeling like that girl awaiting her first day of school after the summer holidays: eager to show off her new shoes, impatient to write down on her blank notebook and learn what the new year will teach her. She will surely have to face some challenges, but she is confident that the success stories will make up for any bumps in the road she might find 😉
It seems this ode to my favourite season has ended up taking an autumnal turn, but oh well, such is life, rarely a perfectly closed doughnut, often a messy but enjoyable funnel cake.
Now if you will excuse me, that picnic basket is not going to fill up by itself…