All posts tagged: autumn

Embracing Autumn

Ten ways I’m embracing autumn, these strange in-between days. Cutting blooms from the hibiscus tree outside our house, stuffing them in glass bottles scattered around the house. Harvesting tomatoes, scoffing them – sweet, juicy, their seeds dribbling down my elbows – straight from the vine Roasting squash for tea (these, my friends – in a word: delicious.) Porridge dotted with juicy, unctuous raisins and almonds in the mornings. Cosy weekend afternoons, curled up with good words and chocolate buttons. Taking myself out for (hot) coffee on weekend mornings. Walking everywhere, now the weather has cooled. Walking through the rains. Deadheading the roses, weeding the borders, sowing bulbs: readying for the freeze. Knitting again, a sea-green scarf to begin the season. Tilting my face up to the sun, soaking in the golden light. We’re at the crux of summer; the days split between thick, oozing heat and days of damp, autumn rains. The air grows cold just before the downpours arrive, and at night a cool wind rattles through these suburban streets. You can smell it on the breeze. The …

A Weekend in Bristol

How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life. — Katherine Mansfield I fell in love with Bristol the very first time I visited a tender seventeen with my father. From that point on, I knew I would live there one day. I will always have a soft spot for the city and its sandstone mansions, its glowering bridge and crumbling cliffs. I will always have a soft spot for it because it’s the place where I learnt to live alone, the first city I fell in love with, the place that gave me so many dear friends, where I spent countless gloomy days sitting happily in the stacks of the university library. Stamping booted feet through wet leaves this weekend, I was enveloped by memories. That’s the thing with old homes – around every corner a former self wanders, uniting past with present. There’s the language department, and …