It's over

There is no denying it, the Summer is over.

The evidence is everywhere.
Pumpkin spice and cinnamon coffees are being advertised. The outdoor pools have closed. Work is ramping back up to record levels. Leaves are falling. Evenings are crisper. Traffic is back.

Anyone who knows me, understands how much I love Summer. I love the swimming, the casual meeting of neighbours on the street, walking to the village, weekends away, friends and family visits and doing all those things I blogged about a few weeks ago in my "What I love about the Summer" post.

So as sad as I am to see the Summer go, and its spontanuity, as hopeful I am about the next season. Apple picking in stunning orchards, the sheer beauty of the changing leaves, dinner parties at home, activities for the kiddies and a long awaited routine.

But I have to be honest, Autumn is not Summer, and transitions are hard. However there is little more predictable than the seasons changing, so it's just a fact of life.
That said, this year I will have an inner moment of silence for the end of summer. It was one of the best and one to remember. I am sad to see you go.