September has come and gone. Tourists have finally packed their bags and returned home. We, locals, finally feel like we have our town and our space back. But even though it smells and feels a lot like autumn, the colours aren’t quite ready to change yet. In spite of all the years I lived here, by the sea, in spite of knowing better, I still crave autumnal shades every September.
Much like the people here, nature is also reluctant to let go of those mysterious hopes and promises of summertime fun by the sea, so leaves change colour later than in other parts of the country.
The better part of this spring is already behind us and much as I would have liked to, I didn’t manage to write even one real post this season. I can’t say I don’t miss it… It wasn’t for lack of ideas, but for lack of time and energy. One must prioritize and real life comes first, together with its everyday challenges. So the best I could do – as far as blogging is concerned – was keep up with the Wordless Wednesday photo challenge.
Maybe it’s just me, but it seems that the less writing time one has, the more writing ideas one gets. We’ll just have to save those stories for another time. Anyway… I was mentioning real life. Among other things, I’m trying to make up for last year when we were in lockdown, and take in as much spring as I can, reminding myself not to take it for granted… to do my best to find time to smell those proverbial flowers, both literally and figuratively. While managing to also write about it might prove tricky, I’d like to share a few more photos that tell the story of this spring, at least in part… one of those nicer parts, which recharge and motivate a person.
I hope you’ll find them enjoyable. But more than anything, I hope you are all well, managing to cope with this ongoing pandemic; and if you didn’t have the chance to get vaccinated yet, fingers crossed that it’ll happen soon.
Stay safe, everyone!