It's raining - YAY!
Cold enough for proper winter food - double yay!
I've been desperate for an Autumn fix for ages, so much so it's actually got me down almost in tears
How ridiculous is that?
I've lit an incense stick that smells like an open fire and it's just heaven after eating Bonfire sausage and mash and having just got out of a hot shower and all the windows upstairs are steamed up from the shower and in the kitchen from the cooking.
I don't care if I've said it before, I'm going to say it again.
Autumn has to be the best season out of them all.
Orange, red, brown and yellow. The faint smell of last nights bonfire mixed with the scent of freshly rained on grass, mud and tarmac. Leaves crunching underfoot while your breath fogs in front of you and glittery spider webs decorating the bushes hugging the pavement. Cold enough for that scarf and hat, yet warm enough for your long boots and tights. Even the sound of the rain hitting your umbrella is comforting. A coffee in the other hand spiced with nutmeg and cinnamon, the whipped cream adding an extra secret indulgence that you feel no guilt over. Your bag slung casually over your shoulder containing your paypacket, lip balm and tissues. Walking down the path, your abstract reflection shadowing your every step and swing, avoiding the puddles or not depending on your mood. Even now, decades after I've actually left school I still have the urge to buy stationary which brings a whole new range of smells in itself.
The food, OMG the food and that markets rule this season. Stodge, potatoes dauphinouis, pies, stews and dumplings and roasts are better at this time than at any other. Lamb is better now than in Spring, crispy roast potatoes, honeyed carrots and peas in mustard. Redcurrant sauce in with the gravy, rosemary and red onion. Bread and butter pudding, crumbles and sweet pastry pies. We get a food market every year and the food stalls are to die for - the hardest thing is picking which one to eat...the german sausages, the piella, the french garlic and cream potatoes, the outdoor pub with mulled wine, the buffalo...there's even an old fashioned carousel.
Cinnamon, nutmeg, all spice and golden syrup. Treacle tart, apple pie, rhubarb crumble and spiced plum squares. Cornflake tart, spotted dick, pecan pie and proper homemade custard.
That hot, malty cup of tea when you walk in, take your coat off and put your shoes away and curl up on the sofa with a blanket. Candles lit instead of the lights, rain pounding the windows while you are warm and snug or even better, looking out the window to see big fat snow flakes falling.
Wool, velvet and faux fur. Hats and scarves and gloves. Wellington boots and snow. Hot chocolate, cream and marshmallows...
Seriously, I will never understand how anyone could hate this season.