I love autumn. It’s a hard decision but if it came down to it, it would probably fall (ahem…) in as my favourite season, not that I spend much time thinking about what my favourite season is… but to be fair, it’s a very lovable season.
Running: Running during the summer months is beautiful and if you’re a pale, Irish lass like me, you pick up a nice tan/ freckle line on your arms and legs from where running shorts/ singlets begin and end. If you’re super lucky, you might even develop a running short freckle line AND a cycling short freckle line. Seriously, I have three different colours on my legs. I’m a walking flag. But summer running is harder – all hot, sweaty and just a whole other beast compared with normal running.
Autumn running is like a sweet release into fresh air. Oxygen aplenty, cool air to breathe in and I don’t feel the need to strip halfway through my run. It’s the happy middle-ground between summer and winter. As if Goldilocks had arranged it, not too hot and not cold.
Leaves: Running through leaves, the sound of them underfoot as I’m plodding through the countryside, looking at their kaleidoscope of colours in trees, on the ground, wherever… Love it all. Haven’t yet managed to build a happy pile and jump into it but we still have October…
A Log Fire: This has got to be one of the most primitive things but it rocks my world, possibly as much as it did the cavefolk who discovered it for the first time. I would sit in front of a log fire all day if that were an option. Sad confession warning: I silently wait out spring and summer for the temperatures to drop again just so I can light up again. Pyromaniac in the house.
Baths: Everything I said for fires totally translates to hot baths. Obviously, being discovered by the cavefolk doesn’t apply nor does sitting in front of one all day.
Butternut Squash: Okay, so it is available all year round because that’s the convenience/ consumer-driven world we live in, but pumpkin season is like an official license to eat as much butternut squash/ every other type of the cucurbita I can find. Roasted, steamed, spiralized, souped, risottoed, baked, chipped, whatever form it comes in, I’m at the end of it.
Halloween: Ireland may not celebrate Halloween enough but I do! Even though Halloween is thought to have originated from Ireland and Scotland, from the Celtic festival of Samhain, it’s our American friends who seem to throw the biggest party and know how to celebrate it. I’m a horror movie buff, I love a good ghost story and I rope in everyone around me to get good n’ spooked.
Dublin Marathon: I bang on about the Dublin Marathon a lot in this blog but it’s because I love this race, the bank holiday weekend and the whole time surrounding it. My favourite time of the year, hands down.
Hot Drinks: Is it just me or do they all just taste better when the weather starts to get cooler and wetter? Pumpkin pie latte? Don’t mind if I do.
Happy autumn to one and all!