I’ve packed away my sundresses and sandals as I’ve learned that having cold shoulders and frozen feet won’t bring Summer back. Living in Scotland, one learns to appreciate a good Summer, and we definitely had one this year. Now comes September with its golden light and cardigan temperatures. There is something uniquely British about feeling happy to be safely back inside a jumper.
Just not your garden variety.
Nights are drawing in and the morning air is noticeably cooler. As much as I don’t want to admit it, summer is coming to an end. While most of September is technically summer, autumn is arriving. While I’m never in a hurry to see summer go, I do love the fall – I can wear tights to hide my glowing white legs, put an extra snuggly blanket on the bed, and pick blackberries until my fingers are stained purple. After a few years of dismal wild food hunting, it looks as though we’re going to have fantastic crops this year. The raspberries and strawberries have been excellent, and lovely blackberries are on the way. I’ve scoped out my foraging areas and plan to make as much jam and jelly as my jam cupboard will hold.
Summer is hanging on this week. We’ve had beautiful sunshine, warm temps, and not a drop of rain. Of course, retailers are still telling me to buy things in anticipation of autumn, but I’m not paying attention. This year I’m going to need to be dragged kicking and screaming into colder weather. Last winter was horrid, and I’m simply not ready to face that again.