Autumn arrived this morning right on cue, damp and slightly chill, the heatless sun hanging over the horizon.
Autumn is a wonderful time of year. The electricity in the air is different from that in spring. It promises abundance and the onset of warm fires and dark evenings, a drawing in for winter.
The apples are plump on the trees, a month early. The Bramleys haven’t done well this year but the Arthur Turners have as have the eaters and the Blenheim Orange in the top field. I expect this year’s cider will be quite different, sweeter perhaps.
Maybe its nature’s way of stopping us from becoming complacent, mixing things up a little each year so we never quite know what to expect.