The heavens have opened outside, and with the crackle of the wood stove beside me and the hot chocolate I bring to my lips it can only mean one thing - ambrosial Autumn is upon us. I can feel it in the cool air of our evening dog walks as we clutch our thin jackets together at our throats, or in the darkness of the sky when my son awakes with the very first of the birds, something I fear I will never adapt to. It is there in the hedgerows, laden with russet berries and sweet fruits. And so we take to the paths carved into the woods and fields that surround us and fill our bursting baskets with treasure and thoughts of hedgerow jam and sloe gin, for Autumn is the season of plenty.
I only discovered foraging a few years ago, when this journey of mine delivered me from the city to the rolling downs of Sussex (the blackberries in London can be found in plastic tubs in the supermarket), and it is now one of my favourite things to do as we approach the Autumn equinox. And its a brilliant endeavor for a curious toddler, with a rapidly filled bucket in one hand, and berry-stains all over the other. A few words of warning though, handed down from fellow keen foragers - don't take too much! Remember, those berries and hips nourish wildlife too.
One of my favourite things to do this week has been climbing the hill after the boy has gone to bed to take in the sunset. The evening light at this time of year is astonishing.
The garden continues to produce, with potatoes, courgettes, kale, and french beans ready to eat and squashes ripening nicely. I've been sorting out bulbs for Autumn planting and plotting bursts of colour for our spring garden, with tulips and alliums and crocuses. Its so nice to think of the life which will follow the barren landscape of winter.
Autumn creeped into my wardrobe this week too, with the rediscovery of this deep red patterned dress, and my trusty green tights (tights! Another sign of the changing season). I used to wear this dress to the office, where I always struggled to find a balance between office appropriate wear and my own identity. I love that I can pull it out once more and not feel as if I'm about to embark on a heavy commute. I've reclaimed this dress, and it still fits perfectly.
I'd love to hear your thoughts on Autumn, if you'd like to share below!
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