Autumnists

Fall in love

We are autumnists. Confessed autumn lovers. Of its colors. Of its loves. Of its scents. Of its leaves rugs. Of its total charm and romanticism. Disguised as nostalgia, this is one of the most vibrant seasons of the year, not just a stop or a simple antechamber for the most severe cold, or a mere end of summer. Autumn has its own identity and life. Very personal. Intelligent, elegant, vain, strict and busy. Autumn knows what's coming. Feels it in the cold and hard bark of the trees, in the yellowing of their leaves, whose cold dries up. It can still feel it in the sun, which, generously, goes down so that it can better warm land and people, whenever it is able to pierce the skies, which are already grayer and heavier with water. It foresees it in the birds migrations, in those that are already there and in those that are already here. It can be sure of all this when Robins, very punctual, return to Europe. It hears the harbinger of the cold in the first fungi and mushrooms, in the pink color of the pomegranates, in Christmas mood that is already decked out in the strawberry trees, even though December still awaits its turn on the calendar. It glimpses it in the light that dims in the lamp of the days, except in our store, where we are always connected and lit!

There's a lot to do. It's time to tidy up the house, sweep the flora from the lush excesses of summer, tend to the citrus, fill the pantry and chop the wood. Protect the most sensitive animals and crops, take care of the pruning of the trees, organize the heat and receive the freshness that the air already wears. Wool, orange, lemon balm tea, cinnamon and ginger cakes and lamb slippers are back. In forests and cities, the foliage dance is rehearsed. The warm clothes that go back to the wardrobes are aired and the boots and heart are put in place. The days are shortened, comfort is stretched. Never like in autumn, Nature is more beautiful, vibrant and restless. Everything about it is life, upcycling, renewal and modesty.

Autumn is not the end, it's the beginning

Autumn is fresh start and energy. It is an indefatigable and vibrant season. Everything changes, transforms and renews. Unstoppable in its zeal to clean, wash and organize everything, autumn leaves no stone unturned, checking everything with a butler's rigor, so that Nature is ready when more severe challenges arrive from the next cold season. While spring is a morning of green promises and blue skies as blue as the sea – or of a blue sea as blue as the sky – and summer is a slow afternoon, hot and yellow, turquoise and emerald holidays, autumn is an evening of comfort, it is returning home and to the hearts we love, to the orange tones of the forest and the flame in the fireplace. It's that moment of reading just before sleep and winter night comes.

All the colors in the world live in autumn

Ah, but it is vain and rich in his wardrobe of chromatic possibilities. Creative, inventive and sophisticated, it doesn't just dress in yellow, orange, burgundy, brown, dark green or grey. Autumn dresses in all the variants of each of these colors and even invents some in between. There are not only colors, but all their variants in an infinite and magical shades palette. They are tested on the leaves of trees, on the fur of animals, on wild berries, on the earth that cools, on the dew prism, on the bark of trees, on the reflections of sea water. Autumn is synonymous with color and modesty. In the midst of the chaos of its hustle and bustle, in the reinforcement of the nests so that the wind does not take them, in the uprightness of the burrows where provisions are accumulated, there is room for elegance and sophistication.

Everything and its opposite

Autumn wears a long, checkered cashmere skirt, whose wheel turns incessantly, in a whirl that twirls the leaves and carpets the paths with the leftovers of summer. Stripped but luxuriant, modest but rich, neat and chaotic, autumn brings together contrasts with the mastery of a wizard from those fairy tales, where everything is magic in forest settings. Autumn is an industrious ant and a fun cicada at the same time, without the right to contradictory. It allows catch sun in the morning and chestnuts in the afternoon, to take a chance on a bath in the ocean and a hot chocolate at night. He has one foot in the summer and the other in the winter and, intrepidly, he draws from them, still and already, the best of both universes.

Autumn allows and welcomes everything, looking around, leaning on its restless and tireless broom, as if evaluating what more it can do to leave the house tidy for the next man in line. There is kindness in the concern for tidiness, kindness in the need for order and selflessness in urgency and organization, care in the preparation of modesty. As a housewife who evaluates the tasks to be accomplished: taking the leaves off the clothesline, washing the gardens, vacuuming the dust from the air, dusting the blackberries, taking day hours off the clock and cooking something substantial, comforting and steaming. A pumpkin soup, possibly.

Life begins in autumn!

In our Light Workshop you can also feel the autumnal impulses. After spending the summer taking care of the wood – peeling the plane tree trunks, disinfecting them, sanding them and giving them the first touches of make-up and sketching the vocation of each one of them – autumn is busy, full of activity, creativity and inspiration. Many of the lamps, candlesticks and wooden chandeliers Light It Be are born precisely in the season where leaves 'snow' around.

It is in autumn that the light, the comfort of lamps and candles are most valued, the only ones that provide the house with the desired atmosphere. Without the right light the novel is deficient, without the right light the pages become illegible, without the right lighting the protagonists will not end up embraced in a slow and eternal dance. It also seems that autumn is when we make more movies! THE END

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