I'm writing this from warm, snug, comfort of my bed. Woollen blanket pulled up around me and fluffy slippers firmly on my feet. The weather outside is grey and dark and dank, the light sunny evenings of summer are a distant memory.
And I'm glad.
Whoever said that summer is the best season of the year has clearly never ran through a pile of fallen leaves, never picked up freshly fallen conkers ready to turn into one of the best childhood games ever and has never felt the sweet relief of a warm candlelit bath after a long day spend adventuring in the cold.
One of my favourite things to do in autumn is to go berry picking. I love their beautiful jewelled tones and how they stain your hands a wonderful Crimson.
On our recent blackberry picking spree we managed to collect enough berries to hopefully make enough blackberry jam to give as gifts to our loved ones for Christmas.
I plan on putting them into jars decorated with beautiful ribbon and cute little chalkboard labels, I think I'm a tad more excited about decorating the jars than making the actual jam!
Also, my lovely nan and grandad have a wonderful garden full of fruit and vegetables that they have grown and were kind enough to let me take some apples so that I can have a go at making some chutneys and relishes.
So, Summer - I am ready to bid thee farewell. I am ready to fully embrace the cold, dark night and all that this wonderful season brings with it, for it means that I get longer to snuggle up with my loved ones to keep warm in out of the cold.