Crunchy leaves on the ground and the central heating on first thing in the morning, it’s safe to say that autumn is well underway.
Social media is awash with proclamations of love for the season and I honestly can’t get enough. Almost every outfit post is a woolly jumper, and the air is spiced with the scent of pumpkin lattes.
This season has blown out the sticky cobwebs of summer, and I couldn’t be more ready.
Making use of my garden was nice, but trying to wear work clothes or amuse a toddler in 28 degree heat is so not my bag. For me, the best thing about summer is the first dusky sunset. The first time you need to put a light on in the evening, or the first time you need to take a jacket. There’s something about that freshness in the air, that lets you know autumn’s on its way.
Usually the season also carries a jingle of anticipation for the festive period but that’s not got quite the same appeal this year. After a summer of health and work setbacks, the real blow was dealt in June when my nan passed away. Her house has been the centre of our family my whole life. I haven’t even begun to process the idea of Christmas with an empty space at the table.
HOWEVER. The point of this post isn’t to dwell on the rough hand the last few months have dealt. Quite the opposite.
Autumn might forecast long nights and frost tinted chill, but it’s also a final flurry of activity before the world around us sheds its natural colour. There’s so much to see and do, and reasons to be grateful. So, as if a blog post about autumn wasn’t Basic BloggerTM enough, here are some of mine.
Winds of Change
This summer felt like it didn’t have an ounce of breath to spare. The heat bore down heavily, and I was relieved when the first breeze floated through the air. The cooler temperatures have always heralded big change for me: moving out for the first time, starting uni, new jobs, relationship milestones.
They’ve happened at other times of year as well, but there was something really special about moving into our old flat in autumn. The first walk I went by myself, around the park and unknown lanes of the south side, couldn’t have painted a more welcoming picture. I don’t know that this year will hold the same promise; but I like to think that, if it’s not the start of change, it’s making way for more to blow in.
Colour, Colour Everywhere
Autumn is the only time of year I really do clothes shopping. My whole wardrobe is mustard, burgundy, black, brown and goth shades of all your summer favourites. Tartan and leopard print and stripes and big, chunky cardigans reign supreme. It’s the time of year to let your inner grunge kid run riot: think messy (windswept) hair and eyes smeared in orange, red and brown (like this I Heart Revolution Chocolate Orange palette, my current obsession).
Maybe it’s another part of change, putting the ‘summer wardrobe’ (lol) away and embracing long sleeves and scarves again. Plus, being a bi-annual-at-most shopper means I never really feel guilty for spending money in one go. It’s to do me the rest of the year, after all.
We Are (All) The Weirdos
Ever since I was wee, I’ve loved everything about Hallowe’en. I was well into my teens before I stopped going guising (it helped that there were kids in our street whose parents would rather palm them off to us, while we were only too happy to take a cut of the sugar haul).
I haven’t been out-out for Hallowe’en in years but we’ve always found something to do. Dressing up is positively encouraged and it’s all more than just a little bit gothic.
Not only that, but homeware is also embracing its dark side. Everywhere from specialist shops to high street chains to supermarkets are selling decorations and accessories. Safe to say I’m loving it. So far we’ve only got autumn leaf bunting, jack o’ lantern lights and a pumpkin spiced candle, but the season is still young!
Cooking Up A Storm
In summer I never know what to feed myself- certainly not when we’ve had a melter like this year. Barbecue is pretty much lost on me. Other than ice cream and cereal my diet was mostly the same pasta I make any other time of the year but put in the fridge first. Autumn, though? Now yer cookin’ wi gas. Give me aaaall the root vegetables. It’s soup season.
Seriously, I probably make (and eat) enough soup in autumn/winter to make up my total veg count for the year. Working long hours means I’m guilty of either having nothing or making something easy (i.e. whatever I can defrost in twenty minutes). I’m almost looking forward to making an effort this year; especially getting more into vegan cookery.
The Great Outdoors
I’m probably romanticising how many sunny, dry autumn days we actually get in Scotland. The reality is probably more wet ‘n windswept. On those rare days, that perfect balance of bright and chill, I love nothing more than being outdoors with my family. We have a few things to look forward to this year- and who knows, we might even get pumpkin picking- but sometimes the unplanned days are the best.
Lucas loves running about without us chasing him (too closely), and I love his ruddy-cheeked excitement at picking up leaves and playing with mud. And also because it means he tires himself out in time for a nap, amiright parents.
Denmark have their hygge and the Swedish live lagom, but when the nichts are dreich, we Scots love a coorie in. Never let it be said that dark, northern countries don’t know how to do ‘cosy’ well. There’s a lot to be said for lighting some of your fancy autumn candles, bundling up on the blankets and ticking things off your reading or viewing lists.
Handily Ally’s compiled a ’31 days of horror’ list for the month- with two films a day, for good measure- so we’re not short on ideas. We’ve also been getting crafty, baking gingerbread and giving the house a right good scour.
I could go on but as you can see, I’ve kinda got a lot to be getting on with. I always love reading about other people’s autumn plans, so I’m sure I’ll have more to add, too. Stay spooky, folks.