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?