While some people morn the end of summer come September, I’m in my element,I love the change in seasons. I’m always ready for the ‘out with the old and in with the new’ no matter what time of the year it is, but Autumn is by far my favourite. It’s not that I’m not sad to see the boys go back to school, just like most parents (not all judging by my Twitter feed) those first few days where the house seems particularly empty and lifeless are always unsettling, but I soon get into the routine and the school day flies past.
For me, it’s all about that last little burst of life that nature’s going for; the berries, the fruit and let’s be honest here, our summer. Yep, this is most definitely my favourite season of all, I have an inbuilt urge to get out and about as a family during autumn. I’m not sure if it’s that Devon pretty much shuts down come the end of October so subconsciously I’m trying to pack in as much as I can before the weather takes a turn for the worse, not that it really does down here, we’re pretty dull when it comes to doing weather.
We’re very lucky to live within an hour’s drive to Dartmoor, we pack up the kids and dog, thrown on our walking boots, pack up a picnic and take a walk across one of the tors. The scenery is simply breathtaking along with seeing the Dartmoor ponies free ranging it. No wi-fi, very little phone signal and no distractions. Bliss.
When we’re not dragging the boys along the moors (that actually sounds worse than I intended!) We’ll make the most of some of the local attractions as they’re much quieter this time of year. Or simply taking a woodland walk, blackberry picking. year after year my freezer harbours the tell take sign of a Sunday’s walk through the Byes in Sidmouth where we’ve stopped to pick the juiciest purple berries, resulting in stained fingers and minor scratches as we attempt to get the biggest which dangle just out of reach.
Then there’s the conkers!
Hours are lost as we scavenge the ground for the biggest and shiniest then head back with pockets bulging and (more) cut fingers from trying to prise open the freshly fallen ones. Why do these marvellous Autumn harvest fruits require so much physical pain? I guess that’s the challenge though, if it was easy it wouldn’t be as much fun! There’s no actual purpose to our conker collecting mind. I’ve had a few failed attempts to show the boys how to play a game of conkers but the quest of collecting them is always more fun. (My Auntie Kaye swears by decorating her house with them to keep the spiders away but having a house full of the male species, dog included, creepy crawlies are usually a welcome sight.)
So what’s your favourite season? Do you hanker for the new buds of spring or the excitement of snow?
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