It is without a question of a doubt Autumn. I have been holding it at bay for weeks now but even I, well practised at avoidance cannot ignore what is right in front of my face and swamping my garden. The children and I spent several hours yesterday clearing the leaves and debris from the garden. I love how they are happy to potter outside, she collected snails, picking them off the wall one by one and dropping them into a bucket, he added to this with lots of worms. Neither of them squeamish and both very gentle with their little friends.
We live with woods outside our back gate, so leaves fall and fall and fall in Autumn. Less so than a few years ago as a lot of the leaf canopy disappeared when three trees rotten through their core were felled. We missed them like friends but if we are honest we love the light their absence lets in.
We ended the afternoon with our usual walk through the woods. It keeps me grounded to the seasons and re sets me if I am preoccupied, worried or sad. I am often one or all of these things in this season of my life. Seeing the children peering into fairy pools or spotting fallow deer step across our path cannot be ignored as powerful everyday magic which blows away or at least proportions my stream of worries.