
Autumn is upon us. Everywhere you look the signs are clear.

The hedgerows are brimming with fruit. Intricate cobwebs everywhere.

Most of the swallows have now departed starting their six week trek to Africa.

Yellows, browns and reds are starting to dominate the foliage. Trees letting go as sad leaves fall to the ground. Soon the fruit in the hedgerows will be gone.
It was the time of year my partner loved the best. She loved the colours and the reflective atmosphere. A time she could walk quietly and just think. Now I walk the same paths. Today I was struck by one thought. My partner would have been looking at these same autumnal sights. Countless generations will have been looking at these sights. As much as you think the world has stopped because of your personal tragedy it never does. Life continues. The never ending cycle of life. The empty branches show the fleeting nature of life. Leaves fall but they will be reborn again. So should you – in your own time. When the time is right – it’s time to live again. It’s time to find a new way of blooming.
For me I’m still in the existing stage. I don’t tend to have personal dreams anymore. For years we had shared dreams. When my partner left us those dreams died. Now my dreams are my sons dreams. I exist because of my son. I live life through my son.
At some stage I will transition into the next stage. When I start to live for me. When I start to dream again. It’s strange how Autumn which is a time of life coming to the end of its cycle has sparked these thoughts. But maybe a better way to look at Autumn is that it’s a time of letting go before you start again. Rebirth. Yes that works better for me. It’s a time just before you live again.

Autumn is my favourite season
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It is for many
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That was beautifully said.
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Letting go. I haven’t read all your back posts, Gary, so I presume there are a lot of things I have missed. But I always feel peculiar reading about your son, and your partner, but never hear their names, as if you are holding on to them so no one can steal them from you, or you need to protect them either from losing their reality, or giving them too much reality. No, I don’t know your reason for not naming them, but they never seem completely real to me. Just thought I would let you know.
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Son was ok with me blogging but with certain constraints
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Thank you.
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Good poetry.:)
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I am actually looking forward to autumn this year just to get away from the heatπ‘π«
I like how you changed your perspective. Autumn is for shedding the old, worn out and preparing to rest, gather strength for the rebirth in spring. πͺππ
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We basically have had autumn weather since August now.
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Not here. 93 degrees.
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Jealous….
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Sending you some ππππππ well lots π
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Thank you much needed this morning
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I’ll send some every day to brighten it up for you πππ
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I love fall – not too hot and still enough sun drenched days to enjoy the outdoors. To me it has always been the preclude to long quiet days nestled comfortably at home. Time for one more short trip, maybe. or celebrating the harvest of summer’s fruits. An inner thanksgiving, at times, a time to regroup in other years.
I love the photos and I love your attitude. You are in the resting place, the healing place. At least, that’s how I see it. Wonderful post, as per usual. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I feel honored to read them.
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Thank you. Yes I like that take on winter.
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I think every season brings with it gifts and blessings. I love your take on autumn!
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You’re welcome my friend
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I love fall – not too hot and still enough sun drenched days to enjoy the outdoors. To me it has always been the preclude to long quiet days nestled comfortably at home. Time for one more short trip, maybe. or celebrating the harvest of summer’s fruits. An inner thanksgiving, at times, a time to regroup in other years.
I love the photos and I love your attitude. You are in the resting place, the healing place. At least, that’s how I see it. Wonderful post, as per usual. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I feel honored to read them.
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Autumn ismy favorite as well. Cooler temperatures, such visible changes – always brings this zing of excitement. Loved how you translated the season transitions to life transitions.
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Thanks Robyn. x
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Fall π, I canβt wait!
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Itβs definitely here.
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That’s beautifully poetic. I love autumn as well, and have often thought it’s because I love the vibrant feel of change.
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Yes itβs the best the most dramatic period of change.
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No sign of autumn here as we continue to enjoy summer.
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Itβs definitely here.
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Your skill with that camera phone is definitely improving – great shots today. π
The thing about changing seasons is – you can rely upon each one coming, being here, passing on to the next, then coming back again one year on.
Sadly our life is not like that at all; we can certainly keep pace with the seasons, and change according to their dictates, but we cannot rely upon all of the same things being there next time the season comes back again, as you know better than most.
Autumn should be a time when we are at our busiest, preparing for the hard, dark times ahead that the Cold of Winter brings us. Autumn gives us sufficient warning of what we need to do ahead of time.
Life doesn’t always treat us with that much respect.
Spring is by far my favourite season, Winter is behind me and a full year of life and fresh starts begins anew. (And my poppies truly excel themselves showing off their finest apparel.) π
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Maybe my skills with the camera phone depend on how much juice the battery has. I like your take on the months.
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The battery charge may help, but i see your skills growing also! π
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Thank you
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Welcome!
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Profoundly insightful and thought provoking – with excellent photography
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Thank you sir
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You can do this………………the thoughts are there. Good luck…………
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And she walks with you seeing autumn through your eyes! β€οΈ
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I’m an Autumn baby so I am biased, but i really do think it is a lovely season. I even like the way the Americans call it.
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Yes itβs a good name for it.
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Autumn is always my favourite season , summer can be long and we are constantly wishing for warm days that never seem to arrive but autumn is filled with a fresh feeling that is invigorating and the changing of colours is always something to look forward to and enjoy. I hope you have lots of autumnal walks with your son as you both continue to work you way through your loss.
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Yes it does help bring new life to the soul. Thanks. x
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