Early September

I love the beginning of autumn for the frenzy of colours. I love going to the market to admire all the shades of the grapes and apples and berries with names I have never known. I love the smells of fruit lazying in the sun, waiting to sweetly explode in our mouths.the synergy is magnificent, worth the trouble of elbowing my way through the crowd. I can never decide what to buy, I wish I could take everything home and eat only vegetables...I wish I could be a great chef and transform all these in delightful dishes ...I do try, though on a small scale, to put my feeble talent to use...

 I can hardly wait for the forests to turn yellow and copper and then perhaps the leaves of my auburn hair will match the hues of nature and I will no longer feel the pain of having been torn away from its bossom.