Autumn can stand for many things, in our lives and our writing. This is the season of harvest where we gather and benefit from what we have 'sown' over the spring and summer. It can symbolise a move from youth (the summer) to adulthood (the autumn), especially as our children charge into a new school year. It can also bring over us a feeling of melancholy. This is a season of both beauty and sadness. The golden colours and ripe fruit present us with their glorious hues and yet it is also time to pack away the toys of summer, time to look back and ahead.
I was married in autumn, a wonderful day in October that united friends and family for a few playful hours. It was one of the happiest days in my life, but the saddest too. My father had died a couple of years before that and my mother was too ill with dementia to attend. We played a favourite song of my father's as I walked down the aisle (What a wonderful life sung by Louis Armstrong) and the cake was decorated with roses, my mother's favourite flower. I spoke of their absence briefly in my wedding speech but it was a personal sadness that I kept to myself for the most part.
Autumn can also stand for change and as I am a child of change it suits me well. Each autumn, I look at the changes that have happened in my life over the past year. The biggest changes are always in my children as they grow and learn but there are also more subtle differences there too.
What does autumn mean to you?