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  • It is finally here. Autumn. This year we thought it won’t come. The weather has been unbelievably sunny and warm. A real Indian summer. In Estonian Indian Summer is called ’Vananaiste suvi’, which means ’Old Women’s summer’. It has always sounded very funny to me. Why old women?

    For three weeks or so there has been no rain, with the temperatures between 19 and 25 during the daytime and around 9 at night. Perfect for work and sleep. But mornings have started with extremely heavy fog. So heavy that once I thought it was raining but the fog was coming down predicting another wonderful day.

    On Saturday, out of the blue, the leaves started to fall. They had been doing that before already but now they fell so that at first I thought there was some weird flock of birds outside my window. Then the realisation – these are leaves. The huge ash tree behind the house was at fault. Usually ashes drop their leaves after the first frost and you can find the ground soft and coloured in the morning. This year everything is different. Now they are getting rid of the leaves because it is too dry.

    But this morning there is a smell of autumn in the air. It is chilly and overcast. Who knows it might clear up later but still...
    I have an urge to get the candles out and make some hot cocoa. That is an even clearer sign that the dark period is on us again. Long nights and short days.

    But I haven't seen birds leaving yet.

    (Picture is not of the ash tree behind the house but a maple on the other side of the garden. Wanted to take a picture of the ash tree too but my camera stopped working. Autumn blues what else.)
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