I've always liked the difference in seasons, though if I'm honest the transition periods are not as welcome. Tonight it is dark, it is pouring, this morning after heavy rain overnight everything was sodden. The season of autumnal rains is here.
I took this image at 8.30pm tonight. The image doesn't show the rain, just a dark night in Somerset outside the house. I recall being on the Quantock Hills only 4 months ago and it still being light at 10 O'clock and thinking then how in a few months if I was up here it would be dark cold and wet. Each season has its merits.
In high summer those long days are so uplifting, though sleep is often troublesome when it is light at 4am. But here we are towards the end of October, it is dark by 7pm, we are cosily indoors with candlelight adding atmosphere to the evenings. Seasons are so important I feel to provide change, to provide hope in spring as the days lengthen, and to instigate hibernation tendancies as those same length days shorten. I like it, and in less than two months it will be the shortest day and ever so imperceptibly the evenings become lighter. My mood will change. Seasonal change is all part of life's rich tapestry.
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