“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
~ Lucy Maud Montgomery
Today is definitely not a beautiful October day. It is windswept and pouring with rain but that was not the case when I took this image a couple of weeks ago. It was a glorious autumn day, still warm in the sunshine and mostly dry under foot.
Tonight the clocks change. October turns to winter. The Quince are all gone. 2020 is drawing to a close. 9 weeks left of this fucked up year.
The seasons roll on, nature ebbs and flows with no care to the drama that is the human race despite the damage we have wrought upon it.
Earlier this year I stood in the exact same spot and took this shot, Constant Friends, when I saw the sunlight on the fruits I knew I should take another picture that marked the end of the cycle that I had captured back at in April.
Time is weird at the moment. It seems both like yesterday and a lifetime ago when I took that picture. We were still in lockdown. The dog was not yet part of my life, in fact some very important people had yet to even been met. Despite all the hell of 2020 I feel blessed to have found myself where I am today and to have found some true joy in my life. The winter is a daunting prospect but there is also nothing to be done to stop it seizing the day. I am trying to take a leaf from it’s book and seize those moments when they are presented to me.
Even in the depths of winter there can be growth.