In the early morning there is now a chill in the air – a presage that this month we will officially be entering autumn, that delectable season of “mists and mellow fruitfulness”. Yet by midday the heat has built up and sea-bathing remains an activity to be enjoyed until well past 5 pm, as we did yesterday at Migliarino
I love this time of year. I especially love the fact that the majority of our plants have survived the heat, that the capers are still flowering and that the vines will soon be ready for la vendemmia.
Also that our animals are enjoying the morning and evening coolness.
I am also glad that some sort of gentle routine is being imposed again on my life, after the abandon of high summer, with a return to teaching (part-time, of course)
I am sure, however, that a time will come when we will think about the summer’s heat with longing as we plunge into the rigours of a winter’s darkness as yet unknown. What will it be like this time round I wonder? Perhaps, firewood must be collected ASAP.
But, as another great poet said “If winter comes can spring be far behind?” And so earth’s and our life’s cycle continue to rotate and renew us, hopefully for another year.