That's right - we can all stop pretending it is summer now. We can embrace cardigans and socks again. We can light candles and draw the curtains at 8pm. We can eat comforting soups and stews instead of salads (is it just me or do salads make anyone else feel chilly?) No more garden watering! No more deadheading. I love September - can you tell?
Already we have had mists on the field behind our house - particularly beautiful when it drifts across the mown meadow. It was so low yesterday, people walking on the field were only visible from the waist up. And the hedgerows are giving up their bounties already with haws and hips and sloes - not many Elderberries around here but there are a good crop of blackberries.
I swear there is something very old and primal that moves within me at the sight of straw and hay bales or a harvested field. We don't rely on the harvest as viscerally as we used to, we believe our food comes to us from supermarkets, not fields or trees anymore - the huge and saddening disconnect between what we eat and nature or farming. But there is something calm and grateful and safe that rushes beneath my skin when I see that the harvest is in. I don't come from farming stock, so this must be something older, something deeper that connects us to the land - particularly here in the rural and agricultural area of East Anglia. The kids learn colours from tractor liveries - I used to work in a school - I was there! My primary class used to talk about Countryfile on a Monday morning (A UK television programme that airs on Sunday nights which highlights farming life, crafts, issues that affect rural communities and people. It is incredibly popular!)
So, welcome September - spiders and mists and glowing hedgerows and cool nights. I'm so glad you're here.
Already we have had mists on the field behind our house - particularly beautiful when it drifts across the mown meadow. It was so low yesterday, people walking on the field were only visible from the waist up. And the hedgerows are giving up their bounties already with haws and hips and sloes - not many Elderberries around here but there are a good crop of blackberries.
I swear there is something very old and primal that moves within me at the sight of straw and hay bales or a harvested field. We don't rely on the harvest as viscerally as we used to, we believe our food comes to us from supermarkets, not fields or trees anymore - the huge and saddening disconnect between what we eat and nature or farming. But there is something calm and grateful and safe that rushes beneath my skin when I see that the harvest is in. I don't come from farming stock, so this must be something older, something deeper that connects us to the land - particularly here in the rural and agricultural area of East Anglia. The kids learn colours from tractor liveries - I used to work in a school - I was there! My primary class used to talk about Countryfile on a Monday morning (A UK television programme that airs on Sunday nights which highlights farming life, crafts, issues that affect rural communities and people. It is incredibly popular!)
So, welcome September - spiders and mists and glowing hedgerows and cool nights. I'm so glad you're here.
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