Sunday, 23 October 2016

Sunday.

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Up until recently I used to dread Autumn. In my mind it was always connected it with the start of the school year, the cold weather coming and the trees taking their leafy clothes off. I have always been a Spring girl - partly because my birthday is in March, I'll admit it: it's the season that makes my heart feel about to burst with happiness. Autumn, on the other hand, not so much. I cannot help but feel sad when it starts to get dark at 5 in the afternoon! For the last couple of years, however, I have been trying my best to embrace this season; I've been trying not to fight it so much. To surrender to the shorter days and the chilly air, and the rain too! *gasps*

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Sunny days make it very easy to enjoy the autumnal season. Today we visited my grandma, who lives in the countryside; near the mountains, actually. We pay her a visit every Sunday and when I was little we used to spend the entirety of the Summer holidays there, and got extremely bored by the time August rolled around, so going there always felt a bit of a chore. I was so silly when I was a teen, always complaining about the lack of internet connection! I'd like to punch my teen self sometimes. Now that I'm a little older, I study in a big polluted city with very little green areas, I very much enjoy the limited time I get to spend in my grandma's village.

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While I was taking these photos I was thinking about how photography is the ultimate way to practice mindfulness. If you want to take good photos you really have to open your eyes. It's like being in a state of constant alertness, of amplified consciousness. You have to be completely in the moment or you'll miss a great shot opportunity.

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The light outside was very white and soft.

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After frolicking in the field for a while, my brother and I went back to the house, where I devoured this pasta with mushrooms foraged in the mountains by my uncle, seasoned with oil made with olives from our trees.

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When my brother and I were little we used to spend the whole Sunday at grandma's, from morning to evening, but now that we both have to study even on weekends we usually go back home after lunch. On the way home we saw this very yellow tree.

We ended the day by roasting the first chestnuts of the season on the fire.

How did you spend your Sunday?

2 comments:

  1. I'm so happy you got back into blogging! Another addition to my reading list.

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    1. Thank you Marinne! Hopefully I'll manage to update it regularly :) x

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