Autumn leaves will make me happy year upon year until I die. The variety of colours, all hanging on the same tree, or piling up below, contrasting with the green grass, never fail to catch my eye. My favourite days of the year are possibly the crisp autumn ones with bright blue skies, coloured leaves and golden clouds. I’m sure they are sweeter for knowing that all too soon the chill of winter will descend, leaving the trees bare and sending us to hibernate inside.
By Amie Brûlée
Amie Brûlée is a musician, performer, teacher and researcher. She sings, plays piano, double bass and ukulele, unearths old songs and writes new ones. Amie also has a PhD in wine and anthropology and adores teaching wine tasting, gastronomy and song-writing. Amie lives in central Victoria with a house full of instruments, a head full of songs and a cellar full of wine.View all of Amie Brûlée's posts.