Seasonal love

It's been 15 years now. I won't say 15 winters (I dislike them- at least not hate them anymore, it's progress!) but 15 autumns on British soil.

Each year I fall in love with this season, the incredible feast the red, orange and golden leaves provide to my eyes.

I surprise myself snapping away, trying to immortalise the magical season, in all its glory.

This has become my favourite season. It has just overtaken summer by a hair.
I do love summer. But the aesthetic side of me is just too taken by the beauty of Autumnal colours.

I found out that leaves change colour as trees take the chlorophyll, sugars and other nutrients responsible for their green tint. Once the leaves are "empty", the trees shed them.
But all the goodness is now stocked to survive the winter.

Some say this is a happy coincidence. I see providence.

I see a Great artist and designer, masterful at marrying the practical and the useful, a being who loves us enough to want us to enjoy life, beauty, for free.

Praise Jah!

R.
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Seasonal Rambling

Acclimatising is not for me, it seems. 10 years on British soil and I still can’t stand winter. What were they thinking when they called this climate « temperate » ? There’s nothing temperate about going from baking hot (however rarely that happens) to freezing cold temperatures within hours. If it was up to me I’ d rename this climate "extreme" and give the "temperate" title to lands in the tropics. Admittedly it's hotter there but at least, because it's nearer the equator, the day length and temperature is about the same all year round. You know, it's pretty regular all the time. Well, OK, I’m leaving hurricanes out of the equation.. Minor detail! Even in hurricanes the temperature doesn't get anywhere near zero so the ups and downs on the thermometer are still negligible compared to over here.
Anyway. What a whiner, eh? I should go back to the caribbean eh? Nah. At least I love Autumn. You don't get that in the tropics. Colours everywhere, golden and red leaves carpetting the ground. It’s got something magical and warm about it. If you happen to see this through mist then you are looking at giant surreal paintings. It feels like stepping into a new dimension almost.
I do love summer for the heat but I think I love Autumn as much if not more, for its visual spectacle.
Begs the question « How could all this artistry be a product of blind chance ? » Mmmmhh :P