Photo: An autumn tree near my home in Nelson
I got up one morning, and there it was, autumn, I mean, and trees in their new colours. The morning air was also fresh, the light was different and created melancholy in the air. In the sun, it’s a magical season, but there’s also the rain that’s going to come (for which farmers will be grateful), chilly mornings, the four seasons in twenty-four hours and the addition of merino, wool socks and the definite sense that time is passing.
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