Tag Archives: Autumn

Photo Friday – September in the South

30 Sep

September in the South

September in the South of France is temperamental: it changes its mood from one day to the next and we can never predict what it will bring us tomorrow. Even the morning is not a clear indicator of the day to come: a thick fog may hide everything from view during breakfast, while at lunch I would have to close all the shutters to keep out the heat.

This week, temperatures have been between 26 and 32 degrees Celsius. I would worry about getting sunburnt after ten minutes out on the balcony watering the plants. Friends are racing to the beach to catch the last rays of summer sun and sun cream is still a member of my handbag clan.

Last week, however, when taking photos in the evening, I had to walk on the spot to keep warm. My jumper and jacket weren’t enough to stop the cold seeping through to my skin, and my fingers lost their colour from holding the camera in a fixed position. I would have willingly accepted some gloves and a hat. I thought autumn had come for good and so I wanted to capture its arrival.


Autumn has Arrived

22 Sep

There’s no doubt about it: autumn has arrived. Tress are taking off their lively summer garments and dressing in warmer tones. The sun no longer stays out to play between the leaves until bedtime, but retreats not long after dinner. In the mornings, the grass is shining with dew and the last wisps of night mist float between the blades. As I open the windows upon waking, cold air pricks at my sleepy skin and I can barely spend a moment appreciating the flowers before shaking from the moist air.

A few weeks ago my whole body ached with the stuffiness of the house in the afternoon. Shutters would be closed to keep out the heat and walks were reserved for evenings. Today, I can barely change my clothes quickly enough to avoid the damp from penetrating my bare skin. It is now even too cold to sit day-dreaming on the balcony, as I often did in previous months.

Autumn was once my favourite season and I thought that my northern soul could never love the heat waves of the South. But now that the seasons have changed at the blink of an eye, now that short days and sharp winds are ahead, I regret not having had the chance to say goodbye to summer…

What I Love

6 Jan

There is an uncountable amount of things we love in life, yet we don’t even realise it!

Seeing as I am writing a blog about love, I sat down and made a list of all the things I love. The list took me half an hour to write and is almost two and a half pages long. Wow, I didn’t know that there were so many things that inspire me and bring me joy! It’s funny how we don’t even realise just how much something means to us until we sit down and make a list of it.

But, as proven, even making lists has its own beauty: it has opened my eyes to the things that I treasure in life…and the fact that my current life hardly encompasses any of these things at all. Time to get out there and start experiencing the things I love!

I L♥VE….

the sea

soft warm sand

piano music …. Ludovico Einaudi

trees

all things natural

softness

making people laugh

dacha

sunsets behind the field

white nights

spending an afternoon in the park reading

playing hide and seek in long grass

growing my own food

wild flowers

hidden streams

listening to live music

singing

guitar

people with a passion

when someone’s eyes glow as they talk about something they love

dancing

performing on stage

making collages

langauges

snow

vastness

the smell of sun on my skin, the smell of clothes that have dried in the sun

raspberry jam

pancakes

opera

writing

walking barefoot on the earth

long walks

receiving and sending handwritten letters

bikes with baskets

fireworks

being very silly

drawing colourful pictures with fat felt tip pens

my pillow

physical contact

the smell of freshly cut grass

the smell of rain on a summer’s day

autumn

waking up early, when the sun is rising and everything is quiet all around

cheesecake, carrot cake

poetry

books

small independent book shops

milky, sweet coffee in the morning

birches

huge pine tress

secret lakes

balconies and French windows

rye bread with butter

children

yoga

the echo of footsteps in a museum

feeling in the flow