autumn

When I was a little girl, Christmas 1965 (I was 8) I received a big illustrated book of poems and rhymes from my daddy's Cousin Joe. I loved that book, and every time I was home from school and ill in bed, I used to gather a pile of books around me to read through and this one was one of my favourites. Just looking at it now gives me a warm, fuzzy, nostalgic feeling. My favourite page was a double page spread with pictures from the four seasons and rhymes to go with them. I loved autumn's picture because the sky was a yellowy, greeny grey - just the right colour for an autumn sky.
Here's the picture with the poems and rhymes. It makes me think back to coming home from school having kicked through the fallen leaves (they were thick along College Road in Epsom where I lived because of the chestnut trees that lined the road), to a warm fire where we actually toasted crumpets on a toasting fork. The evenings got darker and in the mornings when we went off to school it was often foggy and a little bit exciting because the world seemed like a different place. I love autumn. / Jacqui