I can smell winter

Well actually I can't smell anything and resemble Rudolf the reindeer. No warning nothing just work up like it. That's before I looked out the winter and saw what looked like mid November outside. There is a wind bending the holly tree to unnatural angles, rain coming down so hard the road has its own stream and not a sight of our glorious sunshine. Yep summer has gone.

The only problem is it seems to have skipped most of autumn and picked it up near the end of autumn nearer winter. Up to an hour ago I was saying everyone in the house was mad saying the heating has to go on, but now my hands and feet are feeling chilled. So the rum has been brought out and poured liberally into coffee, that said any dark spirit would have done. Finally all the cats have worked out its is raining both out the back and front doors, and in Phoenix's case out of every window he can pry open, so they have given up and found places to sleep. The most bizarre and inconvenient the better apparently, but at least they are being quiet.

The problem is a I am an autumn person. I love the leaves turning to colours of burnt metals, and the earthy smell of mulch. The crunch of walking on the leaves in the early morning and thudding of nuts falling from the trees. Maybe its because I am an October baby, but these things hold a special place in my heart. The Halloween orange and yellow of pumpkins, then the sulphur smell of fireworks and bonfires on Firework night. Yet the weather outside seems to have skipped all that and fast tracked to the end of this season with the chill of the foreboding winter,
         
So tonight at least its duvet, rum based coffee and fluffy pj's, and hopefully the season will sort itself out quicker than I can find my ski jacket and snow boots.