A couple of weeks ago when I was driving back to Bath from Berwick-upon-Tweed it still seemed to be summer.
Sitting in an open air cafe with my Dad we noticed these little swallows sitting in a line above us. They were clearly fledglings, because a parent was feeding them.
This was around September 14th. That seems very late in the year, I guess the lateness is the result of the bad weather earlier this year.
Now suddenly autumn is here. Leaves on the tree outside my window are turning brown. There is a distinct chill in the air.
Another year is on its way out. I hate that. Each year there is a point around usually around mid April when I realise that another winter is past, warm weather is on its way, and I am filled with optimism about what the summer will bring. I really felt good about life earlier this year.
Then suddenly it is autumn again. Nothing much has been achieved and another year is on its way out. This time it just rained rained rained. Plus I was diagnosed with cancer a couple of months ago, which kind of put a dampener on any sense of optimism I might have been feeling.
Truly, if you want to give the universe a good laugh, just tell it your plans.