I love autumn. Here in Seattle morning mist rolls in from the Sound bringing the scent of brine up the ravine and blanketing our little pocket neighbourhood in stillness. In less than a month, young crows will start to gather—calling and competing in …  | By Nicola Griffith on September 26, 2024 | I love autumn. Here in Seattle morning mist rolls in from the Sound bringing the scent of brine up the ravine and blanketing our little pocket neighbourhood in stillness. In less than a month, young crows will start to gather—calling and competing in aerial acrobatics and getting to know each other in their annual kegger coming out party—figuring out who they are now that they're no longer crowlings but young crows, at least partially free of adult supervision and ready to explore the world. The last of our annuals—the petunias and begonias and snapdragons—are still bright, defiant in the face of falling-temperature doom. But change is coming, and new beginnings...  Back deck just after dawn  Crow disappearing into the mist  Petunias, big and blowsy, brilliant and bright and dew-damp Late September spells excitement for me. My birthday is just around the corner and I've always associated this month with new school years, new adventures, new friends. And that is particularly true this year. I've just had some lovely—excellent! fabulous! exciting!—news, cementing my belief that autumn really is a time of thrilling new beginnings. I can't tell you more just yet, but this is news I've been waiting to hear for a very, very long time. More soon. | | | |  | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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