I'm sat at my computer with no idea at all of what to post, and unsure whether to take a break from blogging until inspiration hits, or to just write and see what comes out.
You can work out which way that decision went.
Its feeling quite autumnal here now and though I've spent some time resisting the change of season, thats not at all to do with the season itself. I enjoy autumn, especially when its bright and sunny as it is now, with complicated and smudgy patterns on the pavement from last week's wet leaves and conkers thudding on the road around me as I walked to work today.
I passed some large and tempting piles of leaves today, but resisted. Maybe I should go back in my wellios?
I'll be glad to be wearing jumpers and slippers and scarves again.
Must get the chimney swept.
Too late to get the boiler serviced, the heating is already on.
I remember standing in my grandparents' garden, waiting and watching for the sweep's brush to emerge from the chimney. It was a long, thin, dig-for-victory garden in London and - as well as all the veg. and fruits - my grandad grew glowing giant-headed chrysanths (mnmnmns) and beautiful dahlias. Which seem to be back in fashion lately.
My garden at the moment is a bit dishevelled, with some late flowering cosmos, michaelmas daisies, plumbagos, ice plant, autumn crocus, sages - and a tree laden with yellow crab apples. This year has apparently been the best apple-crop year in living memory in the UK and the arms of my tree have never been so close to the ground. Mum would sometimes make crab-apple jelly from them. This year they will be staying on the tree for the birds to feast. I suppose the seasons always bring a new pain when someone has died.
My spell-checker wants me to put a "c" in dishevelled. My dictionary tells me that this is the medieval spelling. Is it also an american spelling? What does it mean to be "hevelled"? (or (chevelled"?)
I've made my elderberry syrup for this year. Each year I make more, and each year we seem to use it up earlier than the preceding.
How long would this post be if I just kept splurging out the thoughts which cross my mind? possibly long enough to take me up to G&T time.
But I wont inflict that on you, I will go and walk around my garden and poke in my frog pool. And take some photos of my crab apples:
Happy and/or relaxing (and if possible both) weekends to all of you.