“It was one of those perfect … autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.” ― P.D. James
Autumn is the perfect time of year to live in New Zealand. The summer humidity abates, the weather settles (apart from the odd tropical cyclone) and the kids go back to school, making it a great time to travel on less crowded roads and stay in less price-inflated accommodation.
This year of course, we spent a large part of the season in lock-down, exploring the neighbourhood not the country. In doing so, I found that my suburb has a lot more deciduous trees than I remembered.
Perfect to photograph — though not so much fun when it’s time to rake up the fallen leaves.
But memory is selective, and for me autumn will always be golden and taste of fresh figs, straight off the tree.