Here, Easter often marks a change in the weather, and this year it's true to form. Today there's a distinct autumn chill in the air, and the leaves have begun to colour and fall to the ground in crackling heaps. And although I welcome the coolness, we've had such an enchanted summer this year that I am a little wistful to see it leave.
But soon there will be golden skies, piles of rosy apples, open fires and toasty warm beds with hot waterbottles in them to enjoy.
Every season has its wonders.