I have been out of sorts for a while and was in hospital with a respiratory disease for a number of weeks. I am now at home with limited mobility as I get very short of breath though the oxygen therapy is really helping and I can get around at my own pace. I missed a lot of the autumn season while in hospital; it has always been my most favourite time of year.
I came across a wonderfully book yesterday called “The Importance of Living” by Lin Yutang. Who states the following which is kind of, what I feel and think at the moment.
“I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content.”