Ahh, Autumn soon as your hear the word its almost certainly snuggles you up in a warm blanket on a chilly morning as the rain caresses the windows. As a autumn born baby, there’s no secret this is my favourite season of the year (autumn is even my daughter’s middle name, aha!).

As much as a few sunny days with a tropical suncream scented air fills your lungs, laughter amongst the children playing in the sand, family bbq’s full of buzz and excitement, stripping to your swim suit on a beach full of strangers laying all your flaws to bare, really doesn’t appeal to me, there’s nothing that compares to the sheer delight that autumn brings, you know like cosy jumpers or woolly hats, dusting the wellies off for a wonderful welly walk and stomp amongst the transitional hues of crunchy leaves in the beautiful golden hour of woodland, until our noses and cheeks are a little rosy, so we cup our hands around the savoured sips of hot chocolatey or gingerbready filled mugs, as much as I love a rhubarb and ginger gin over rocky ice, I love how we feel when a hot chocie brings the warmth back into our bodies after a drizzly, bitter morning walk, (something that’s much more welcomed, than summers rain) puddle jumping, hill rolling, stream exploring adventures.

Or maybe the thrill of Halloween, preparing spooktacular activities is one of my favourite things to do, Halloween crafts, costume making and decorating and finding the perfect pumpkin patch to fill you with excitement, not forgetting bonfire night, the one night you sneak a cuddle with your loved one, but in reality we’re genuinely just here for the warmth of their body and inadvertently looking like love struck teens you once was before. Log fires with melted mellows, nothing beats sitting next to a roaring crackiling fire in your thickest cosiest socks during the autumn and winter nights does it? When you get a little hot but damn right fighting against yourself to move because soon it’ll be over and spring will creep upon us and those guilt free days of staying inside for the rest of the day after your fall adventures in your real life hug of a sweater, delicious cup of hot chocolate with extra mellows, without feeling like you’re wasting a day.

Published by Mothering Silence

A late twenty-something mother of two boys and a profoundly deaf diva of almighty sass. In between splitting spontaneous sibling wars, curiatimg pillow forts and channeling inner superheroes. Mothering Silence documents a brutally honest truth of the trials and tribulations of motherhood. (The toughest hood.) Here you'll find the weekly ramblings of the rollercoaster life of my journey in motherhood. *Please note my style of writing is tongue in cheek.

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