The nights are drawing in, there's a lovely crisp feeling in the air in the morning - autumn is nearly here. I love autumn, and the snuggly feeling of a brand new, soft scarf round my neck, kicking the leaves the council totally fail to collect from my road, and the feeling of beginning and newness. Which is bizarre, when you think about it, as autumn is the end of summer! Years of school (me and my children) have meant that I associate September with a bright, shiny brand new term stretched out in front of me. New pens and pencils, a new pencil case, new shoes and a fresh school year, full of possibilities. If I were the type to make resolutions (which I'm not) then September would be the time I'd make them.
This is the first autumn for a while that I haven't been embarking on an Open University course - I'm taking a break while I battle with the LEA for funding for Big Son's specialist college. I never thought I'd miss it, but I do. One more course to go, and I'll have my honours degree (and a shameful desire to wave it in the faces of everyone who thought I couldn't do it *blush*).
I've been to the garden centre today, and bought all my autumn bedding plants, and have spent a few hours battling my bashed up and worn out petunias to get them out of their pots. There's nothing like a bit of gardening to make me realise that I'm not a gardener!
By far the best thing about the autumn is that it's on the way to my absolutely most favourite time of the year - Christmas. Yes, I mentioned the 'C' word, so shoot me!
