Musings on meteorological misalignment

I actually wrote this on Monday afternoon, but didn't get round to posting it, as i got distracted by tiredness and indigestion. You might as well read it anyway....

I hate to revisit past points and go on about the same old subjects, but I have to say that I think September and October went by so quickly and so enjoyably because they were unseasonably warm and pleasant. Normally I am borderline suicidal when we change the clocks back to GMT, but this year it doesn’t seem to have affected me at all. If anything, it crept up on me unexpectedly and therefore I didn’t spend a fortnight dreading its imminent arrival.
I know I’m in a different work situation to this time last year, so it all feels unfamiliar and new, and maybe I was distracted from my usual late-October mindset, but I’m pretty sure that it would have been different if we’d had frosts and rain and temperatures in single figures all month.
I’m not the oldest person in Britain, but I can remember November normally starting with the trees bare of leaves and with everyone wrapped up warm against the Winter cold. As I look out of the window here, it resembles the Septembers of my youth – the trees are browning, but still adorned with their leaves, there are still plenty of birds and insects about, and everyone looks dressed for Autumn.
I’m not sure what I’m trying to say here, but I’m sure I’ve probably said it before, and I’m sure other people have said it before too, and they were far more eloquent about it than I’m being so I’ll shut up and leave it there. Except to say that it feels nice to have a mild end to the year after the horror show of August, but it also fills me with despair because it probably means we’ll have a freezing cold April and May again next year. The seasons are well and truly f**ked, but at least I’m ok about it today.

RC 3-11-21