The geraniums are fading, I plucked a single decent bloom in the rain this morning, before my small boy went eagerly back to school. I can’t deny autumn is in the air. Over the weekend, my reservations towards the change in the season have shifted, but the first pressing issue of September is the car.
The current debate in our house is; ‘Can we live without a car?’. The car is dead, consigned to the scrap yard, inadvertently with my son’s favourite CD in the CD player (he hasn’t noticed, yet). Having delivered us back from France, the car popped and stopped by the side of the road, the journey home was completed via relay truck. Repairing it is more than its worth and unlikely to prolong it’s life by much. We know people who manage perfectly without a car. The Mr, whose interest and reliance on cars is minimal, thinks we don’t need a car. Me, I feel slightly trapped without a car. Starved of green spaces. It is an irrational starvation. Bristol has good transport, accessing outside of the city without a car is not that difficult. There is a flexibility and convenience that I already miss.
As I type this, I’m wearing jeans I’ve not worn since before the summer, I’m pulling sweaters from the drawer for standby duty. Buses that don’t run to time on cold mornings. Cycling back from the supermarket on dark evenings. Autumn into winter weather. Can we live without a car? Yes (probably). Do I want to live without a car? No (definitely).
Yesterday, I wandered about a car park looking for cars that look “nice”. The complexities of cost, miles per gallon and boot capacity is something I’ve yet to fathom. This is going to be a time-consuming activity. A “Parkers Car Price Guide” has been purchased. Thousands of car prices listed in tiny print. Which, reminded me in September to get my eyes tested. Hence on the table this month, there are glasses.
My reservations about September, isn’t just the change in the season and darker evenings (I am definitely a spring/summer person). I have an unease, a feeling that the year is slipping away, I question if I have achieved enough. Over this weekend, I readfull of optimism for autumn. The ‘back to school’ element of September, the new page, new beginnings. I’ve made a conscious effort to shift my view. My aim for September is to embrace the blank page. September is for organising and the planning that will take me through winter. In snatched moments over the summer, I’ve been jotting down ideas for this space; posts and plans. There are some other personal changes I want to develop, with summer behind us and the slower pace of September, there is the time to ruminate. I enjoy idea notebooks, creating plans and making lists and September is for that. Hello, September. I think I rather like you.