The melancholy of Autumn can be its glory too. Rain, wood smoke, bobble hats, jacket potatoes and gum boots. Then there is the excuse to stay in. It's Saturday, so why not stay in your pyjamas? There are books to read, things to eat in the pantry and the leaves are too wet to rake anyway. Washing won't dry, the dogs are rain shy - there are sofas, blankets, pillows, slippers and novels. Now I can't remember why Autumn is sad.
