Autumn...

...the most glorious, the most enchanting, of all English seasons. And emblematic of our country, with its beauty and its sense of time passing, its vague feeling of nostalgic sadness,  its lack of heat and drama, its deep connection with homely things...

Autumn is a season of crisp fresh mornings,and sudden awareness of forgotten city trees as their leaves come cascading down, and the cosiness of buses glowing in twilight, and the value of everyday blessings like mugs of tea and pieces of buttered toast.

Why is it so short? In Heaven, obviously it will mostly be England - probably Sussex and near the sea -  and almost always teatime.    But I think it will also be Autumn, for great swathes  of time, and for whole eras and epochs... with the great harvest of everything all completed...