According to the calendar, Autumn in this part of the world is not due for another two weeks. According to the sun, it’s here. I’ll take the sun’s word for it.
From where I live, I can see the sun set every night. In summer, the sun sets at a certain point behind the hills, and in winter, it sets at another point (quite far away from the other point!) I’ve noticed this week that the sun has suddenly started setting at its winter point. How the earth can so dramatically tilt all of a sudden is quite startling! I’ve been watching for a gradual edging of the sun towards its winter point, but this doesn’t seem to be how it works – it’s just suddenly… there.
I’ve joined two pictures so you can see – the sun on the left is the summer set, taken a couple of weeks ago. The sunset on the right is the winter set, taken this week. The hill, joined in the two photos, gives you the panoramic view and the correct placement of the sunsets.
The days are shorter now. The grass is heavy with dew in the mornings, the morning air has just the slightest nip to it, the sunlight just ever so slightly less intense. The cicadas, having so recently emerged from their long childhoods in the ground, are heartily sing their final serenade before they fall to the earth spent, having tucked the next generation safely in the warm earth.
Personally, I prefer winter. I like the crisp frosty mornings, the cold air, the low slant of the sun. It suits me. Snugly rugged up in happy knits of warm wool and possum, the contrast between outside cold and cocooned warmth is invigorating!
We don’t get hard winters of snow and ice in Wellington (four days of snow last year was a record) although I for one, would be rather excited if we got more of that this year!
Better on get with ordering that firewood. If only I can stop…knitting…socks…