All is forgiven, and forgotten. We may not have had a summer this year, but autumn is generous with warmth. Just before sunset each evening, my home is flooded with golden light

 which casts mysterious shadows

 with colours deepening into russet,

 rendering the melia foliage golden as well,

 kissing the trunk of the flame tree

and bathing the jade plant with gold. Mellow is autumn’s word. On these autumn evenings all trouble is forgotten and I bask in wellbeing and joy

The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise.
It is not that we seize them,
but that they seize us—Ashley Montagu