memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

Posts tagged ‘autumn painting’


Autumn has rolled round again

I used to love this season

The fall of the golden leaves

The smell of roasting chestnuts at the corner of

Santa Catarina and 31 Janeiro

Walks in the park with the soft sun-beams

Filtering through the trees.


Time to get back to work

After the stress and sloth of summer.

It was the season of renewal

Academic years began

New jobs were started

New projects were initiated

New challenges to face

New meat to be trained up

Ruffled feathers to be smoothed in the staff-room

And on Saint Martin’s Day we would gather together

To eat roast chestnuts and drink the new wine.


Things would happen in autumn,

That season of sweet melancholy.


(By the way have you noticed that not even Nostalgia is what it used to be?)

Take the weather with you

Have you noticed that with the weather there is no pleasing some people.

To sum up: in the winter it’s too cold; in the spring it’s too wet; in the summer it’s too hot and in the autumn it’s too foggy.

Maybe it was always so, from South of the Tropics to the Polar Rim, from the Western Isles to East of Eden, people have looked up at the sky and commented about the weather since time immemorial.


I happen to live in a particularly pleasant and temperate corner of south-west Europe and agree with John Ruskin when he said:

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

The person who exemplifies my opening statement takes a pretty dim and pessimistic view of the weather conditions on any given day. One glorious sunny day in early June I remarked to her: what a lovely day! She thought for a moment and then came back with: yes, but they’re giving rain for the weekend. Oh for Heaven’s sake carpe diem, you silly person, carpe diem!

And now over to Crowded House (sound of clapping and applause)

Walking ’round the room singing “Stormy Weather”

At 57 Mt. Pleasant Street

Well, it’s the same room, but everything’s different

You can fight the sleep but not the dream


Things ain’t cooking in my kitchen

Strange affliction wash over me

Julius Caesar and the Roman Empire

Couldn’t conquer the blue sky


Well, there’s a small boat made of china

It’s going nowhere on the mantlepiece

Well, do I lie like a loungeroom lizard

Or do I sing like a bird released


Everywhere you go, always take the weather with you

Everywhere you go, always take the weather

Everywhere you go, always take the weather with you

Everywhere you go, always take the weather

The weather with you



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