foggy Redbrow Garden (c) Dawn Meredith Autumn is, without a doubt, my favourite time of year. Many people dread winter, but for me, the cooler weather is relaxing. With spicy reds, golds and browns, autumn is a time of ripeness, maturity and fullness of heart. As a writer, perhaps its time to delve into those ideas you've been thinking and thinking about, but haven't really had the time to savor yet. Enjoy the crunchiness of new ideas that have had time to sit and mellow. As winter approaches, a delicious heightened awareness develops, of the small things only noticeable in the stillness while nature sleeps. Perhaps small things have been missing from the story you're working on can now creep in and find their place. Snippets of a poem from childhood have been bouncing around in my head, so I decided to look for it. The summer is over, The trees are all bare, There is mist in the garden and frost in the air. The meadows are empty And gathered the sheaves- ...