A love letter to September 🍁
"Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul..." 🔮
Oh, friends, I can’t tell you how utterly thrilled I am that September has arrived. My cheeks will soon be pink with joy, and not because I’m too hot and can’t stop the creeping blush from colouring my face in a blotchy shade of red; no, this is a crisp, cold autumn day kind of pink, a “I’ve just been on a long walk through the muddy fields” glow that can only be remedied by a roaring fire and a large glass of red wine.
September, how I adore you. As Peggy Toney Horton once said, “You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul.” There won’t be a bite in the air for quite some time, and the slightly sticky English summer will no doubt prevail for the foreseeable, but the fact that colder weather is just around the corner is enough to make my toes tingle with the anticipation of it all.
My love affair with September began at school. I loved the transition from the long, lazy, hazy days of the six-week summer holiday, to the return of the 7am alarm, new notebooks, pens and rucksack in hand. I loved setting off for school as the sun rose and coming home as it was setting. I loved the sense of new beginnings that September brings, the academic calendar resetting for another year, the possibilities still unknown. A fresh start, unencumbered by what came before.
September for me is the feeling of newness, of promise, of opportunity. A new season, shrouded in mist that gathers in the air in front of your eyes. It’s productivity and clarity after months of energy-zapping heat that turns my brain to mush. It’s cosy jumpers, it’s steaming bowls of soup and crusty bread, it’s coats and boots and the sound of my nails tapping away on my keyboard with a hot cup of tea by my side. It’s the season of getting stuff done, and not looking completely frazzled while doing it.
I am an autumn girly through and through, and while I love certain elements of summer (sunrise and sunset, the smell of rain on hot tarmac, seeing the flowers in my garden bloom, eating every meal outside), this season will always have my heart. I can’t wait to feel the crunch of the leaves under my feet, the crackle of the fire as another log is chucked on, the sizzle of the roast potatoes as I lower them into a golden puddle of rapeseed oil.
I try not to spend the entire summer impatiently waiting for September to make her grand arrival, but as the clock ticks over into this glorious month I can’t help but fantasise about the magic of the coming season. August is the last chapter, full of endings and summer remembrances, and September is a page turned over, a new leaf, a cauldron brimming with hope for the months ahead.
Next week, I go to sunny Mallorca for the last wedding of the year: the last hurrah, if you will, before I go into full autumn mode. James will be up the ladder getting all my jumpers out of the loft (god love him), and I will be curled up on the sofa watching Gilmore Girls and living my very best life. I can’t wait 🥰
Are you an autumn lover like me, or are you mourning the end of summer? Leave me a comment 👇
Oh my gosh, yes!! Long winding walk down a country lane and ending up by a roaring fire at the pub for a pie and a pint. My vibe too! Bath is my city – hope you had the best pre-autumnal weekend! 🍁
loved this Lauren! Autumn is also my favourite season, and I'm soooo excited for my first roast in a pub. There truly is no better feeling than going on a long walk in the cold air with the sun shining, coming back, having a roast, and then falling asleep during Strictly. Bliss ✨