I know that for many people, the signs of Autumn are unwelcome. It means that the lovely long Summer days have come to an end and that the long cold nights are on their way.
I have to admit…I love Autumn for a variety of reasons really.
- the gorgeous warm colours of yellows, oranges and reds as the leaves change and the sun rise and sun sets can be appreciated through the leaves.
- picking the blackberries straight from the bush and it makes our bike rides so much more fun for this
- the boys having loads of fun in the newly formed puddles from the rain and that it’s not too cold for them to enjoy being soaked
- thinking back over the things we did in the Summer and wondering what next Summer will bring
- fleeces and jeans! Anyone who knows how I love these 2 items of clothing!! Autumn means it’s perfect weather to wear them again
- watching people searching for conkers (old and young I might add!)
- the excitement that Christmas is not too far around the corner
I could go on but will stop at those for now and just carry on enjoying the Autumn whilst it lasts.
I have been sitting going through all the #magicmoments I would possibly like the share and the one that keeps coming back to me is from Friday evening at our village Harvest Festival.
The children were scheduled to sing a couple of songs in the church service and so there was much excitement in the week leading up to Friday (with a lot of singing in the bath practising their songs – which was lovely!). The boys had also asked if we could go to the Harvest supper after the service – which we thought sounded like a good idea.
Friday morning arrived and I thought it best to let the boys know that their dad would probably miss the church service because of the time he had to leave work but would definitely make the supper. They accepted this and waved him off in the morning with a ‘See you at the Harvest supper Dad!’.
The kids all sang beautifully that evening and it is just pure joy to listen to them all. My supportive husband had managed to hot foot it to the other side of the village after driving back from the train station and made it to the service in time to listen to the kids sing their 2nd song.
Our youngest son clocked him and had the biggest smile on his face. He came running up to him at the end of the service and said ‘Dad you made it!’. My supportive husband said it was so worth the rush and that he was pleased he had got there for the boys.
Most of the times, it’s not the fact the person was late – it’s that they made the effort! The boys didn’t notice that he was late – they noticed that he was there. In this case the effort was so worth it!
The old addage of ‘sleep on it’ brought a whole new meaning this past week. One day there were no spider webs and as if by magic overnight there were thousands of them! I am not a huge fan of spiders, nor their webs, but these had a quality that was fairy like about them.
Most of them were perfect and all of them had miniscule drops of dew on them which made them rainbow like at times with these little fairy lights as the sun touched each drop.
No fence post was left unattended and …
in some cases entire bushes had a little silk veil.
For this reason, I am going to let nature speak for my #magicmoment
Also joining up with #Somethingfortheweekend from http://thevoiceofsarahmiles.com/ and http://diaryofthedad.co.uk