It’s not too hot, but people don’t give me weird looks for wearing shorts. It’s usually pretty sunny and the trees/fields have got a bit more to offer than fucking green (or yellowy brown, as this summer gave us). Also, my kids aren’t up til fucking 10 every night going on about how it isn’t night because it’s still fucking daylight.
Finally getting my musical mojo back too, after quite a long dry spell, creatively speaking. Been walking with the dog and toddler a lot round the fields lately, and even though it’s killing my arthritic knees and feet, it’s giving me lots of inspiration.
Oh yes!! It’s the moodiest part of the year when the mind goes magickal and deeper currents take over. Nature is so beautiful and there is a sense of decay that feels very special and inspiring.
So I live in one of them not quite a town but too big to really be called a village kind of places. There’s lots of new houses being built and it’s attracting a certain set of Range Rover driving bellends, presumably from the city, who seem convinced that now they live in “the countryside” they have to nonce about the place in their Barbour waxed jackets, hunter wellies and flat caps like they’re about to take part in one man and his fucking dog. Wouldn’t be so bad, but they’re only dropping their little brats off at fucking school.
Maybe I’ll enjoy autumn properly once I’ve got my chainsaw sharpened, two dead and dried trees felled, chopped, split and hauled up two flights of stairs. At least in the part of Prague where we live stoves aren’t banned, and we don’t have any gas appliances!