It’s always the same – as late-August approaches, I start dreaming of autumn. It could be 30 degrees outside (although it definitely is not today) and I’ll still be gazing longingly at my knitwear pile and wondering if a hot chocolate would be entirely inappropriate.
It’s not that I dislike summer – I love the warm weather, the flippy sundresses and, of course, the ice cream – but I just love autumn so much more. Close your eyes with me now and dream of roaring fires, crunchy leaves, knitted socks and bobble hats… perfection, amirite?
There’s a little pocket of time, from mid-September to the end of October, when the weather is at its best. It’s often sunny but with just enough chill to warrant a jacket and maybe a light scarf. The leaves are turning and there’s the promise of fresh starts and new winter coats in the air. It’s my absolute favourite time of year and I relish it every season.