Autumn – my favourite season. Canterbury can do it brilliantly – leaves – yellow, red, russet. So can central Otago – we’ve just been in Wanaka – delightful.
Autumn charms me with its stillness and warmth – the memory of heat but with an undercurrent of chill. My breath fogs a little when i go to fetch the paper in the morning; and when the sun falls low in the late afternoon, suddenly the day’s cold.
A good season for walks – kicking leaves.
In Wanaka we walked, and talked lots with our good friend C. Walking up Mount Iron gave us spectacular views of the lake and town. We ate superbly cooked beef and vegetables, drank delicious pinot noir [Rockburn], at the excellent Botswanna Butchery; and another night revelled messily in the tasty abundance of burgers from Red Star, watching Like Minds. [Memories of similarly huge ‘special burgers’ from Ashburton’s Rangatira Burger Bar in the ’80s.] Coffee and late breakfast at Gusto.
Warm autumn sun and still cooling air have made recent days seem gentle. Time away from work has allowed for those many walks, and spending hours with friends [C in Wanaka, G’s home from Hong Kong, L & J in Ashburton], – and with books. Reading in slow afternoons has been winningly comfortable. Not having found anything to tempt me at the library [i’d left my list at home!], i’ve been re-reading early Patrick Gale – perfect.