Sunday, 25 September 2011
My Ode to Autumn
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom friend of the maturing sun" (John Keats)
With the idea of gratitude in mind I also like to acknowledge the particular gifts of the season. The pumpkins growing in the garden (looking forward to my first ever pumpkin pie), to blackberry picking, winter pansies and violas, to sunny days like today when you can really start to feel the nip in the air and need to wear wooly jumpers and cardis. And so our lives move on with the season, we return to work, school and nursery after a long summer break. We return to routines, swimming lessons, rushing out of the door in the morning, only to return because I've forgotten school bag, water bottle, reading book...... In the midst of all this though I don't want to ignore what nature is doing, quietly going about her business decorating the trees with gold, russet and amber, tossing around those conkers for us to collect, swelling the pumpkin for us to eat and carve in to a scary face. I imagine nature gently laughing at me as I race around from one very important thing to the next, trying not to forget anything, trying to remember to say thank you, trying to do my best. She does't race around, she gets it all done, so effortlessly and so beautifully each season.
Our Autumn table. Bringing in a little of Autumn's abundance so that we can feel the connection with what is going on in the natural world. Children are already so deeply connected with nature I believe. The way in which they will play with water, sand, mud, the way my girls play so freely and joyfully when we go up to the North Downs or play in the gardens at RHS Wisley. Most of all I would like that my children have a sense of celebrating and embracing all that the season has to offer. I want my children to grow up with a strong connection to nature and its cycles so that their souls as well as their bodies will be nourished by all that each season has to offer.