We’re half way through September already, how did that happen?! The children are back at school, although it’s very different from this time last year, and the days are shortening a little bit now. It still feels like summer, especially with the warm, sunny weather we’ve had this week, but there’s that faint, exciting hint of autumn not far away: slightly fresher mornings, the smell of vegetation just on the edge between ripeness and decay, the way light and sound travel differently. I’ve dug out my extra fairy lights, checking whether they need new batteries, ready for darker tea times, and the wood burner will be cleaned out and laid this week in preparation for those cooler days when you need something cosy.
Before I’d even heard of hygge, I’ve always loved the idea of snuggling into a cosy blanket, candles lit, with a cuppa (or glass of wine!) and a good book or film, after a long walk outside in the crisp, autumn sunshine. It’s that consciousness with which you enjoy those little bright points, focussing on the gentle rituals of making coffee or tea, going around the room and lighting each candle in turn to brighten the gloom of a winter afternoon, that is at the heart of hygge. I think most Northern countries have such rituals, even if we don’t all have names for them.
How do you feel about the end of the summer, the prospect of an Indian summer before really autumnal weather arrives? Do you relish those warm, sunny days (as I do), still no jacket needed and being able to lie on the grass, soaking up the liquid gold of the sunshine through every pore? We had a walk along the canal late yesterday afternoon, calling for a beer at Zapato‘s pop up bar. Sitting on the warm grass, eyes closed and head up to the sun, was the best way to end a Sunday.
There’s much to love about the coming autumn, but this little pocket of almost-summer is special. The sun’s still strong enough to colour your skin and ripen the apples, and even to develop the cyanotype prints I’ve dabbled with for the first time this week. I’ve not tried this art form before, but I’m hooked! It’s a real antidote to the instant images I made using my ‘phone this weekend. There’s something mindful and magical about this way of creating an image, it’s almost alchemy. You need to be careful about the placement of your objects on the paper, and yet quick enough that the process doesn’t begin before you’re ready, and (unlike a mobile ‘phone photograph that’s instantly available) the waiting and curiosity to see the finished image is a great reminder of how to be patient. I even hid the images and rinsed them without looking until they were done because I wanted the magic and mystery to last that extra minute or two! Well worth the wait, though! The first couple weren’t what I expected, so I changed how I’d done them to produce a third – progress not perfection, as Deborah and Juliet say!
We know that time progresses, and that life itself isn’t perfect – far from it! – but these little pockets in late summer/early autumn are given to us to savour. Maybe it’s Nature’s way of easing us and herself into the next season, rather than a brutal downhill slalom. Why not enjoy a little of it for yourself this week, don’t rush back into work/school/old habits too fast? Let me know in the comments if you decide to try something new for this new season! 🙂