O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe;
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.
– William Blake, To Autumn
Ahh.. to experience the joys and jubiliations of the changing seasons.. it is worth flying across the seven seas just to watch the weather forecast.. 😉
Goa has three seasons- a humid summer, a photogenic monsoon, and a pseudo-winter. The summers are hot during the day and make it impossible to head to town- a heady combo of reckless tourist traffic and heat drives me nuts. The evenings are perfect for soujourns at the beach, long drives along shady avenues, or a game of basketball or football.
The monsoons are my favorite- with every bough coming alive decked in a festive green, the scent of fresh earth and sounds of rain splashing on the grass while I run around like a headless chicken in the wild outdoors.
Winters, however, are a misnomer in Goa. Winters should be freezing, biting cold-the kind that makes you love it and hate it at the same time. Winters in Goa are pleasant on the whole-sunny and very slightly cold at nights. And what a Chirstmas that makes- no snow, no nip in the air, dry pine trees and fairly less fog.. and although I understand that the Chirstmas spirit matters and not the snow, I am all for storybook winters..
And today is a bright, cheerful day with absolutely no trace of the breezy, profound autumn on the other side of the world..
I leave you with some photos that make me want to sprout a pair of wings and flutter to fall…