I feel the need to apologize to Scotland.
I am sorry I said all those terrible things about your season of fall. If every day is as lovely as today I’ll have to take them back completely.
It’s warm, sunny and clear with a cool breeze carrying the smell of dry-leaf fires. From my window at work I can see the sun glinting off the ocean and the Isle of Arran hulking proud in the distance. The farmers’ fields are impossibly green, spotted with sheep and interspersed with the crew-cut honey brown of the recent harvest.
If only the leaves would cooperate and change color majestically this year, I would be set.
Except I am still pining for an orchard to pick my own apples…but you can’t always have everything you ask for.
So, thank you for proving me wrong.