
A Taste of Autumn
Week nine of the photographic documentary of my daily life
It got very quick very cold. While summer was presenting itself last week in full power it vanished with a bang. Temperatures dropped drastically. The sun disappeared and the gloomy mixture of fog and cloud took over.
In my ninth week of the photography challenge started by Dennett, I collected the first signs of autumn. While the forest is still very green you can start seeing yellow and orange treetops across the woods.

It felt like the last day of sunshine. Nothing could stop me from going for a long walk through the woods. Rustling sounds all across the ground of the forest. Squirrels hiding their winter food and birds picking for insects in the soil. Dried leaves are covering the forest ground.

Seeds are falling from the trees. Beechnuts crushing underneath my shoes. I can feel it. Fall is on its way.

Loving the clean fresh air up here I always have windows and doors open in order to let nature into the house. That also means that now and then some visitors walk through the entrance door.
The neighbors’ little rat (that’s how I call all dogs the size of a cat) runs barking into our little flat. Sniffing around. Looking for food. Staring at me on the couch to get up and greet her. Or something like that.
When Pixie, that’s her name, brings her toy with, I usually go on my terrace and throw it for her. She runs and jumps across all obstacles in this hilly garden and brings it back to me. With a smile on her face.

The sheep I had been talking about a few weeks ago are back in my valley. I get to hear them daily. Now they are all back on the fields surrounding my tiny village. Sheep, goats, and some cattle.
This is what living in the countryside is for me. Being surrounded by animals. Seeing animals in nature. Seeing happy animals.

When I visited my parents in their garden plot I got reminded of the fact of how close they live to the international airport again. And of the fact that travel has picked up again. Whilst this airport was entirely closed during a few weeks of the lockdown traffic has picked up again and you get to hear the planes hourly flying above your head.

Back in the forest, I go to collect some wood for another barbecue. As mentioned before, we only make it from wood. With a box, I walk across the forest floor looking for strong and dry pieces of wood. Breaking them down into smaller pieces to make it easier for me to carry them back.
The sound of the breaking wood is echoing through the forest. I wonder what people are thinking about hearing this. But I actually don’t really care about what they think about me taking a few tiny pieces from the forest floor. They should simply mind their own business.

Yes, that’s it. Summer has left us. A thick layer of fog is hanging in our valley. As it starts thickening up I lose sight of my neighbors’ house. Time to cuddle in the blanket with a cup of tea in the hand.
I first have to adjust to the change in seasons and then I will go and explore again.
“Notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.” — Friedrich Nietzsche






