Autumn has always been my favorite season of the year. Some of my fondest memories are from autumn when Lena and I, all wrapped up because of the chill and the rain, would race down the hill to the feijoa trees  by the library and trudge back laden with books(mostly comics), and fat, ripe, unbelievably  yummy feijoas. At home I would lie in bed (having taken off my jacket, hat and gloves), and read and read and read, enjoying the sound of the rain on the roof and the bounty of fruit on the floor by my bed, and the feel of the cosy, warm winter sheets; sometimes playing music on my cd player or, if I wasn't reading, an audio book. Bliss

We don't have autumn or feijoas here, so i'll just have to make do with dragon fruit!