It’s easy for people to believe the seasons begin on certain dates – that fits nicely with the calendar (whatever calendar it is you use). Generally speaking though, nature has it’s own calendar – every changing, different from one year to the next.
That’s the reason some years one crop will have a good yeild and the next it won’t – it’s not all down to sowing dates and location. It’s the reason people complain about a bad summer (meaning too wet) or a bad winter (also meaning too wet and usually not cold enough).
But for me, each season has it’s own feel – unquantifyable elements that can be detected by our senses, but probably not by scientific equipment. A certain smell, the feel of the air on your skin, the way your tea tastes (especially noticable if drunk outside). Daft I know, but true.
The most noticable of those changes is Autumn (although Spring has a definate….). Today, for me, is the first day of Autumn. The smell – probably made up of enough decaying fungi and the first fallen leaves – is heavy in the cold, damp air. There’s a heavy dew and a very pronounced chill that takes a while to shake off. The shadows are long and the morning light’s taken on a golden hue.
This is Autumn and it feels good – kind of cosy. Time to start hoarding for winter.

