Summer turns to Autumn

I am a summer girl, I really am. As soon as the year ticks over from December and becomes January I start looking for signs of spring and when spring finally arrives I start dreaming of long, sunny days, relaxing in the shade with a cold drink, coffees at outdoor cafés, wearing short-sleeved shirts and skirts and dresses and not feeling cold. Barefoot in green fresh grass. Lounge room bathed in sunlight and sunsets at midnight.

I think I have been in denial about how quickly this summer went past, and today, suddenly, Autumn arrived.

I saw it this morning as I decided I'd put my girls in the pram and walk to kindy instead of driving. I hesitated for longer than normal: should I bring my camera? I didn't have any plans of taking any photos in particular, but I decided it would not do any good sitting at home, so I took it with me, and off we went.

The grass was wet with dew, the green in the trees couldn't block out the sunlight; there were streams of filtered sunlight everywhere. Silhouettes of kids walking to school with the low morning sun behind them.

And my girl. So lovely in her knitted jacket, hair up in a sort-of-bun, her red-rose hairband. We only stopped  for five minutes for a few photos and then the battery ran out. But when I got these off the memory card tonight, I thought they were nice.

And you can't deny the unmistakable hint of golden light. It looks like Autumn to me.