Autumn

That herald and brightener of the wayside during autumn in both South Africa and here in Korea is the cosmos. I know of some gardeners who cultivate this wonderful flower, but most of us just enjoy the spectacle as they wave at us from unlikely corners and verges, nodding their heads as if saying: 'Yes, we know summer is over and autumn is here, and soon winter will banish us, but isn't it glorious while it lasts?'

Of course the crops are ripe and ready everywhere, almost begging to be harvested.

The orchards are not only flaunting their ripe fruit, in the case of the grapevines they are also releasing a heady smell, the promise of wine and juice, as you walk past. It intoxicates the senses and beguiles you into slowing down, winding down, getting into the pace of life getting ready for the winter sleep.

And it wouldn't be autumn in Korea without seeing the graves being spruced up for Chuseok. This five day festival is a thanksgiving for crops, honoring ancestors and just having a good time all rolled into one.

The practice of going to the graves early in the morning, bearing plates of delicacies to share with the ancestors to thank them for the past year and ask their blessing on the year to come, is one that draws everyone in a family together.

A final visit to the vineyard. The sight of them decked in autumn colors is surely on a par with a spectacular sunset!