Journal tags: seasons

It’s October. Autumn is wrapping itself around us, squeezing the leaves from the trees. Summer has slipped away, though it gave us a parting gift of a few pleasant days this week to sit outside at lunchtime.

I’ve got a bit of a ritual now for the end of September. I go to Spain and soak up the last of the sun. There’s an Irish music festival in the beautiful medieval town of Cáceres.

It’s not easy to get to, but that’s all part of the ritual. Set out for Madrid or Seville and spend a night there. Then get on a train for the long journey through a landscape straight out of a spaghetti western.

Once you get to Cáceres there’s nothing to do but enjoy the sun, the food, and the music. So much music! Open-air concerts in a medieval square that go well past midnight. Non-stop sessions scattered throughout the town’s pedestrianised streets.

For me, it’s the perfect way to see out the summer.

This weekend it felt like Spring dropped like an unexpected new album from Taylor Swift or Beyoncé.

The weather turned nice and sunny. The clocks sprang forward an hour. I had my first asparagus of the year. Flowers are flowering. It’s all just very nice.

It’s like the year would like to make up for the disappointing performance in its first quarter and promises much better things for the quarter to come.

I understand now why a major religion would co-opt this time of year for a resurrection-themed shindig.

Goodbye Winter. Hello Spring. Nice to see you again.