Autumn. I don’t know how to describe this wonderful season. I always feel like there is change coming my way when the colors start to change and darken and you start wrapping your sweater around you and see the first signs of winter. Autumn also means blueberries here in Iceland. My mother and I drove an hour out of Reykjavik until we saw these gorgeous blueberries all over the place, got a bucket and started picking. My mother put the blueberries in the bucket at great speed while I sat there and enjoyed eating them. Afterwards we came home and made a blueberry rhubarb crumble and ate it hot with vanilla ice cream. Unfortunately we had to get the rhubarb from my uncle’s farm but I am hoping my mother gives in and starts growing them in our garden.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. – George Eliot