'Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.' Albert Camus
I haven't had much time or space to look out at the world this last week, but it seems suddenly to be fully autumn here. The sun makes everything shine gold. Autumn can seem like a time of endings, of harvest, with a sense of 'drawing in' - and there is a lot of cosy pleasure in that. But for me it has always felt like a time of new beginnings too. Maybe that has its origins in it being the start of a new school year - new teachers, new classes, new books. I used to love getting new exercise books with their clean, blank pages. It's a long time since I was in school (!) but that promise of potential has never gone away. This year of course - and suddenly - I have real potential to enjoy in my tiny granddaughter's new life.
I am happy to report that my daughter has been allowed home, though now she has a long commute to the hospital every day which will be tiring for her. The baby seems to be thriving, snuggled in her incubator; each day brings a small step of progress. I am just so thankful - and especially so when I heard tonight on the news about the two-week old baby, her mum and grandma pulled from the wreckage of their home days after the Turkish earthquake. My heart goes out to them.
I've used this photo on my blog before but it's one of my favourites for this season. I took it in my local woods, Hirst Woods. So sorry that I haven't been visiting or commenting on your blogs lately. I will catch up one day, I'm sure.