I am one of those people that is cursed by those around me, as Autumn is my favourite season. I love the changing of the seasons, where things get a wee bit more cozy, and trees turn that wonderful shade of orange. Don’t ask where I got the romanticising of dead leaves from, I just like it. The snoods are on, the slippers are own, and we survive of cups of tea. I just like it. I could do without the dark mornings, but that is it.

I think I like this time of year because I really struggle with summer. I have never done very well in the heat, so it is nice when it is over. I am a person who prefers the cooler climate, as you can always put extra layers on, but there is so many you can take off without getting in trouble. It is nice, sitting all cozy and reading a book. I always read more during the darker months, which is something that I have been struggling with over the last few months. The only issue is that the weather is doing that back and forth thing, which has left everyone I know with the cold. Yesterday, I was walking around in my t-shirt, today it is back to layering up. No ideal.

I am not the biggest fan of Halloween, pumpkin spice isn’t that great, and fireworks give me the fear. You would think I wouldn’t like this time of year. I do think that it is mostly the change in foliage that I focus on the most.