Autumn

Well, it’s more than half way through September and it is definitely Autumn, my Mum’s favourite season and until this year my least favourite. To me, it has always signified the end of summer and the long descent into cold and short days. However now that I have retired I have time to appreciate its beauty more, and Autumn certainly is beautiful.
I’m back in the day room at Hairmyres Ward 15 and the doors are open onto a grassy slope which is edged with trees whose leaves are just beginning to turn rust and yellow. There are a few rowan trees whose berries are a startlingly bright red, and rose-hips are growing on bushes. The reason that I’m in the day room is that I have brought Grandma’s lovely wee friend to visit her at the hospital and I’m giving them space to have a chat.
This morning Davie and I watched Flora trying her very best to catch squirrels in the pear trees at the top of the garden, but as usual they were just too fast for her. She got pretty close though. Tom was also in a rip-roaring good mood and cavorted around the house before settling down on our bed for his long daytime sleep. I went for a pram walk along to Burnside with Suzy and the weather was crisp and sunny and we had a pleasant coffee and chat at Café Gelato. I think that I am becoming converted to Autumn!