I have written often about Autumn . 🍂 In Montaigu we had the beautiful colours of the valley, as the summer succumbed to Autumns call.

Today, yes only today, I have found the Poems of Henry Longfellow. I was touched at how much he wrote about Autumn, and it got me thinking about why Autumn inspires us so much.

For me it’s the colours of Autumn, as if nature is trying to tell us not to grieve the passing of the Summer, but to welcome the beauty that Autumn brings…..Yes the bounty of the harvest, the fruit on our apples trees…

But it’s also the reminder that we have to let go. Like the trees. I have learned over the last 11 years, almost, that Life is all about letting go. Let go of not only people, material things, places, but as I am getting older, to our abilities: our eyesight, less flexibility, changes in our looks. No plastic surgery for me, just to age gracefully and accept changes will happen.

I suppose I am starting to realise that I am beginning the autumn of my life. Like the trees, and all in nature, I accept that….

‘Its mellow richness on the clustered trees,
And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,
Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,’

Henry Longfellow.

I love the picture that he conjures, of Nature with her artist brush, giving the trees new life in the rich colours of burgundy, amber, crimson and gold. We should perhaps accept that about ourselves, with the things we have learned being our ‘beaker full of richest dyes.’

Rosie