Sparklers swirl. Rockets soar. “Oohs” and “ahhs” fill the air. Bonfires roar. Embers fly. A patchwork of colour above. In the morn, wellies on. Make the most of the light. Hedgerows sparse. Branches bare. Rivers rumble once more. Muddy walks. Home to lunch. Sunday roasts. Pudding too! Daylight tires. Darkness falls. A sea of stars above. Pjs on. Snuggle up. Snooze in front of the fire. Dawn breaks. The first frost. Breath clings to the air. Feeling festive? Time to decorate. Too soon? Don’t be daft! Autumn sighs. Winter stirs. Santa dusts off his sleigh. At long last, the best time of year’s on its way…

Logs crackle. Embers glow. Shadows dance in the night. Brisk walks. Bracing air. Blow the cobwebs away. In the fields, pumpkins slouch, patiently waiting to be picked. Pumpkin soup. Pumpkin pie. Pumpkin spice lattes are back. Fleece-lined wellies. Tweed jackets. For the dogs too? Why of course! Fallen leaves – now amber – crisp and crunch underfoot. Baked potatoes. Baked cookies. Comfort food – bring it on! Scents of cinnamon and spice swirl through the air. Light the fire. Cosy up. Settle down with a book. Why not make it ‘Evergreen’ by Lydia Millen… Coming your way on the twelfth.

Tawny leaves. Crisp blue skies. A welcomed nip in the air. Like the trees, let go of all that is weighing you down. Back to work. A clean slate. Fresh stationery’s a must. Tailored trench coats. Cashmere knits. Boot season is back. Blackberries ripen. Forest strolls. Leaves crunch underfoot. Chutneys boil on stoves – homemade gifts, in time. Bare legs shiver. Dare I say it, ‘tights season’ is near. Light fades. So long summer! No more denying, Autumn’s here.

Holiday mode. Summer’s here. Out of office on? I think so. Open windows. Open doors. Weather depending, of course! Trail through fields. Wheat wet, patiently waiting to dry. Bees buzz from flowerbeds brimming with life. Ripe and ready. Fruit falls. Greedy snoots gorge below. Pimms pours. Bank holidays ft. friends, feasts and fun. Clouds gather. Air thick. Hot, humid and heavy. Heavens open. Dash outside. Learn to dance in the storm. Light dims. Soak up sunshine. In the distance, Autumn nears. Leo season. Be brave. Throw your head back and roar.

British racing. British tennis. Patriotic? Who me?! Strawberries and cream. Tennis whites. Game, set, match – let’s go! Wheat fields sway – harvest pending – sun-kissed from above. Homegrown salad. Herbs too. Handpicked, washed and ready. Heatwave season. Bikinis on. Accessorise with SPF and a smile. Iced coffees. Ice cubes. Ice cream saves the day. Seaside trips. Sandals off. Golden sands skirt the shores. Lazy Sundays lost to sunshine, good book in hand, of course. Picnic blankets. Berries ripe. Church bells ring from afar. BBQ season. Grab a plate. Gather round. Summer’s served.

Morning strolls. Dappled light. Bare legs promenade at dawn. Golden rays. Summer solstice. Don’t forget to look up. Tomatoes blush. Spinach sprouts. The kitchen garden gives back. Alfresco dinners and lunches. Breakfasts, too? Go on then! Country lanes bulge with cow parsley and wild flowers alike. Bright blue skies. Aeroplane trails – an intricate map of journeys been and gone. BBQs blaze. Mowers roar. Buttercups burst from below. Spring retreats. Curtains up. At long last, Summer’s here.

Day one. A bank holiday? May, I like you already. From the ponds to the trees, new signs of life all around. Hedgerows thicken. Forests fill. The woodland canopy bulges once more. In the greenhouse, shoots emerge from seeds sown in soil long ago. Bright blue skies. Vivid lawns. A blissful breeze delights. Village fêtes. Country fairs. Crowds potter amongst stalls. Windows open. Mowers rumble from gardens afar. Sunglasses on. Linen shirts. Sandal season is back. Bees wake up. Back to work. Pollen scatters far and wide. Garden gatherings. Patio days give way to patio nights. Sunshine beams. Summer tempts. Not long to go now, hold on. Ground your feet. Take a breath. Rejoice in all that is Spring.

Longer days. Lighter days. Here comes the sun. At last. Colour pops. In its element, the English garden comes alive once again. Bulbs burst. An annual gift. Fresh, fragrant and flourishing. Good Friday. Easter Sunday. Another Bank Holiday? Keep ‘em coming! Families gather. Feasts with friends. A toast to togetherness, bottoms up! My birthday. Another year older. But wiser? Time will tell. April showers. Then sunshine. A constant battle to and fro.  Sow seeds. Dig deep. Feel the earth between your palms. Lunch outside. Shall we risk it? Oh go on then… it paid off! Chicks hatch. Lambs skip. Nature works its magic, yet again. Mini Eggs. Hot cross buns. Let the Easter egg hunt commence. Spring is here. Ladies and gentlemen, our collective patience paid off.

Lighter mornings. Lighter evenings. Too good to be true? I think not. Linen shirts. Pastel hues. Floral dresses waltz down the streets. Rivers flow. Blossom blooms. Freshly mown grass fills the air. Windows open. A symphony of noise. The dawn chorus sings from above. Walks with friends through fields, ewes watch from afar. Guarding lambs, hours old – A sure-fire symbol of Spring. Inhale. The smell of hope. Blow those cobwebs away. Buds burst open. Daffodils dance. Grass – well trodden – fights back. Declutter. Cleanse. Cultivate calm all around. Clocks jump forward. Hours stretch. Why good day to you Spring!

The baby of the year. 28 days. They fly by! Take them in. Bridging seasons. Stuck in limbo. Will she summon sunshine or snow? A little lighter, a smidge brighter. Air fresh, full of hope. Snowdrops – unafraid – poke their heads up from below. In the greenhouse, sow dreams for the months ahead. Back indoors, dim the lights. The scent of rose fills the air. Silk slips. Trimmed with lace. Dress to impress… yourself. Pancake parties. All the toppings. Toss! Flip! Stack ‘em up high! Final frosts. Be still. Reflect and breathe – what’s going well? Winter bows. Daffodils tease. We wait patiently for spring…

The dawn of a new year. A clean slate. Hope hangs in the air. Fresh starts. Fresh thinking. Fresh opportunities await. In the depths of midwinter, hedgerows barren and bare. Go within. Be still. Reflect. Revive. In the morn, look outside. The sun wakes up through bare trees. Temperatures plummet. Wrap up warm. Snowflakes waltz in the wind. Earth frozen. Paw print tracks. Fields crunch underfoot. Cashmere scarves. Wooly hats. Leather gloves, a must. At the weekend, lazy days give way to lazier nights. Light the fire. Grab a blanket. Pjs on. Snuggle up. Armed with lessons from last year, look ahead. Lean in. Strip it back. What really matters? More of that please. Let’s go…