Autumn is the shortest season here and the loveliest. Just a handful of weeks that span the April birthdays and Eastertide. Where golden afternoons bring warmth and the crisp, crunch of leaves of underfoot.
And rhubarb, quince, sedum flowers, pine mushrooms, dry washing, blue skies and a big stack of wood.
Now it's properly cold - we see our breath in the air and our boots sink into muddy ground.
We hold the memory of autumn close like a flame and wait.
ABOUT the author
Emily Clare Sims is a farmer and mama to three young boys. Each day she looks for ways to notice beauty, contemplate her faith and savour the seasons...