17/06/2026
Two weeks into winter and I’m still thinking about autumn.
There’s a special quality to the light. The angle shifts just enough that everything glows a little differently. The days are still long, the mornings cool but not cold. The grapevine goes from amber to the most wild orange-red, like it’s having one last party before it drops everything.
And the garden in autumn refuses to be just one season. The last of the summer flowers are still going, the autumn things are in full swing, and the lavender is already starting. It all layers on top of itself and builds to this crescendo that makes my chest ache a little… because I never wanted to end!
This year we had tables full of apples and pears coming in from the orchard. Afternoons stewing fruit for the kids. Jars of bottled pears and quinces lining up on the bench. I felt genuinely rich.
I know it’s winter now. But I wanted to sit with it a little longer… this is my love letter to autumn.