From darkness to light

 

 Watching a distant storm skimming the horizon

while standing on dry land

with just the slightest feeling 

that the wind could bring the trouble nearer
and there we are without an umbrella or galoshes.

Then breathing a sigh of relief as it passes

and the sun returns.

If only all our worries could be blown away so easily.

Streams of (sunlit) pleasure ever flowing

Catching the sunlight wherever and whenever possible

as sadly it is not ever flowing just now.

And when it fades at15.51

bring on the twinkly lights

and be glad that it is only eight days until

the Winter Solstice.

Tall Cat is dismayed

All our garden fences have fallen down.

It is Liberty Hall round our way for foxes

and cats.

New fencing arrived today.

Tall Cat hot-footed it round to see what was happening.

I have tried to explain to him

that it is going to be a bit more difficult to pop in.

He will need to jump up.

'How high?' he asked.

'About five feet,' I said.

'You're kidding,' he said.

'Seriously?' he said.

'But what about my adoring public?

I'm the only reason people visit your blog these days.'

I am seriously considering cutting a cat flap in one of the panels.

My husband thinks I am mad.

What do you think?

in absentia

Yes I do see how Instagram lures

one away from the blog.

It's so breezy and bite-sized.

Even on a dodgy phone with a broken screen that has to be jabbed

multiple times in order to 'share',

it still wins hands down over the old computer for immediacy.

Mac struggles to load photos to Blogger in under an hour.

I have to take myself off to while away the time more profitably

and then completely lose my train of thought.

So in the absence of a coherent narrative,

I'm going for colour graduation,

because this autumn has been all about

the most spectacular colour changes

and dramatic skies.

Much to be thankful for.

The Last Hurrah- Great Dixter

 One could almost believe in an eternal autumn.

These gardens show so little sign of decline.

If only I could say the same about myself.
More Pilates and less cake perhaps?

The Last Hurrah - Sissinghurst

It looks quiet from up here on the tower parapet

but actually it was very busy

as people took advantage of another beautiful Saturday

to visit Sissinghurst before it closes for the winter.

Back home I brought in the last of the Cosmos

in anticipation of the Arctic blast being  excitedly flagged up

by the tabloids for the end of the week.

The clocks go back, the days contract

and I have taken delivery of a new chair.

(I'll show it to you later.)

I see more sitting in my future.

There has not been much of that of late.