Equinox

I drove Perran back to university today.  On the long journey back alone I heard poems on Radio 4 to mark the Autumn Equinox.

I had plenty of time to think. 

It struck me that our family has reached an Equinox too. 

Grandparents are all ageing, Nigel and I still have maybe a decade of working life ahead.

And the children, although they may often find themselves at home with us are launching on adult life.

For a while Nigel and I are still the fulcrum of our family.

I’ve always enjoyed the Autumn – the briskness in the air, the fiery colours of the leaves, the cosiness of the evening fire.

So can I convince myself that Autumn is as wonderful as Summer?