Autumn now comes upon us like a hungry snake wrapping up the world in a gentle killing venom that slowly tinges all of nature’s extremities to brown. It wreathes the world in dawn mists and low setting sunset fires that burn out at dusk. It places a chill on the land and makes us hunger for the warmth again. It reminds each of us that the joys of summer are fleeting and that each year must end to enable its rebirth. Yet for me now looking into September I would still have the warmth and the light and the joy of the outdoors. But the cold will win; whether I will or not. Chilled faces and crisp vistas will refresh and invigorate jaded souls. Warm hearths will invite and succour us after cold treks and the scent of herbs and almonds will fill every corner of the house. We shall grow the smaller outdoors faced with the larger winter elements of the world but indoors we shall create a cosy nest that we may inhabit till spring is here again.