This week, the new school year starts in England. It’s going to be a big change for us, because my children will both be at the same school for the first time ever (there are four academic years between them). My littlest is starting a new (and much larger) school, with a different uniform, different teachers, and a lot of people there she doesn’t know. My eldest has his last ‘first day’ in uniform (meaning exams next summer and then sixth form). And our routines are changing totally.
This time of year always feels more like ‘new year’ for me than January does. Last week was warm and summery; this week feels like the beginning of autumn, and it was even misty this morning on the way home from the gym (yup, early start for me today). It’s a time of new stationery (and, even though they don’t actually use chalk any more at school, the air still smells like chalk dust to me). A time of promise. A time filled with a little bit of nervous anticipation as well as excitement.
I think this is why autumn’s my favourite season. Even though it’s heralding the end of the year, it still feels like a beginning. Misty mornings turning spider webs into a network of diamonds, leaves turning all shades of ruby and bronze and gold, and shiny conkers and bright red toadstools ready to be found in the verges.
What’s your favourite season and why? And do you have a new beginning, this year?