Very pretty leavesĬlear win here for autumn. The only fairly major minus for autumn is that you will probably, at least once, end up being cajoled into eating outside anyway and remember all over again why you feel this way. As a further plus, autumn usually means dining will no longer be alfresco, a boon for anyone with the sense to realise that eating outside is rubbish. FoodĬasseroles, pies, big fat soups for growing lads – all things we can technically enjoy in the summer, but which really come into their own as the light fades and we discover that having a big pot of something boiling away noisily makes us feel less cold and alone. Autumn also heralds the most useful period of time for shackets, those shirts that are worn as jackets instead of shirts, creating a convenient halfway spot for the eight or so habitable weeks of September and October where you don’t end up freezing or sweating, while dressed like a character in a mid-00s romantic comedy. Jumpers and light knits just look nicer than any other clothes while being warm and comfortable at the same time. Spring should, logically, evince similar clothing standards to autumn since it’s basically the same weather in reverse, but the feckless, benighted inhabitants of our patch of the North Atlantic have never realised this and skip straight to summer clothes when it’s neither warm nor dry enough for them to make any sense.Īutumn, by contrast, comes with labels attached. Winter couture is more about survival while summer thinks it has nice clothes, but is more often a dizzying spiral through inappropriate layers, sweat and the bodily insecurities inherent in unveiling our pinkest and wobbliest portions. This has got to go down as a huge win for autumn up top. Is it over-rated or under-rated? Let’s find out. The cosy, chintzy, shareable heart of smug people on social media and the centre of the northern hemisphere’s slow, gothic death march into primordial darkness. So let us address autumn in its totality, the Thursday afternoon of each calendar year. It’s perhaps because of all these very good points that fetishising autumn has become something of a cliché, and one with a considerable backlash against the kind of generically toothsome influencers who mistake “proving how much they like autumn on Instagram” for an identity. If love, death and the tormented whims of the human condition were poets’ absolute favourite subjects to write their little rhymes about, a close runner-up appeared to be how nice it is when leaves change colour, and I had to agree. This may have been lost on me as a child, but even I could be stirred by the passion poets appeared to have for the season. Autumn has always captured the creative imagination.
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