Thank you, Isobel, for the poem and Caroline for pointing to it.
Much as I like Spring, Autumn is my favourite season. Hay fever and summer sinusitis are over but the days are still light enough to enjoy being out of doors with a good book. I sat out this afternoon in the sunshine for the first time for months. Nothing bit me and I'm not scratching,coughing or sneezing. It's after 4.30 pm and I've needed no drugs of any kind so far today.

I've not said that since February.
I left school more than half a century ago but I still get that feeling as September gets underway that I'm ready to reunite with friends and start learning something. ( And the shops no longer have the Back To School signs in the windows that make me recall how I used to dread the end of the holidays.

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To me, there's something stimulating about the sharpness in the air and the conkers on the trees. Blackberries and apples are in season for pudding, and root vegetables abound for making stews and casseroles. Churches and schools have Harvest Festivals and many parishes organise Harvest suppers with food, games and dancing, not to mention Autumn Fayres.
The sad thing about Autumn is that it heralds Winter with its foggy roads, dangerous snowdrifts, slippery pavements and cold parts of the house.(I don't have central heating.) Sufferers from S.A. D. feel literally under the weather and have to get under lamps. The clocks go back at the end of October and we then have two months of dark nights before the days start to draw out at Christmas.
There are of course new Advent books out most years.