....this time of year. I do. I really do.
Of course Spring and Summer have their own perfect moments but something about Autumn and Winter really fills my soul. The weather (some of it) and the celebrations, the dark nights....all have me in seventh heaven.
There's interesting home decorating using vegetables.
The are lots of opportunities to go stand in a crowd and watch legally purchased explosives.
However what seals the deal for me is the weather. I know it can be wet (which I agree is the pits) but it can also be fabuously foggy.
I have blogged before about being a fog aficionado. The picture above was taken one morning with clear blue skies, the moon still visible and the rising sun was burning off the fog. Then we have my other favourite sort....more of a pea souper.
The gateway to the bridleway I use. Mud and a yellow labrador don't mix.
I love the sight of the empty crop field with the stubby stalks remaining. Its a reminder that the harvest has been collected and Nature's thoughts turn to hibernation.
Familiar views are obliterated by thick fog. I confess I was childishly excited when I saw this weather.
In fog I feel as though my eyes are blurry as though I have woken up from a deep slumber. That hazy veil that shrouds everything,
This could go down as one of the most boring blog posts in history. I really hope not but what the hell.....as I get older I find myself apologising less and less for who I am.
I love foggy days, dark days, rainy nights and all this time of year has to offer. While others are bemoaning the lack of sunlight I am breathing in the damp air and enjoying the turn of the seasons.