I wake up at 6.30 the sky is grey and the morning isn't very welcoming. I watch as a skein of geese fly in formation, low over the rooftops, honking all the way to the nearby lake. It takes me a couple of hours to get myself together and presentable - the older I get the longer it takes, this is all prolonged by the fact that I check my emails, read a few blogs, keep picking my current book up to read a few lines.
I go downstairs and try to find a space to set up the ironing board in all the chaos that is my home at the moment. Husband is painting the skirting boards - the last leg of the dining room decorating. Tomorrow he starts on the living room end - the jobs seem endless and I really will be glad when it is all finished and I'm sure he will too.
After lunch of egg on toast, the sky turns the colour of bruised plums, the heavens open and torrents of rain fall. Gushing down water spouts and running down the road like a river; pounding at the windows - and we say goodbye to the perfect weather of early Autumn. I decide to make a cake to pass the time till it stops - I'm not much of a baker but can manage a decent fruit cake.
Then, as suddenly as it starts, it stops; the sky reverts to a beautiful cerulean blue and the sun shines. I take a walk down puddled lanes where trees drip about me; raindrops glittering like diamonds on every leaf tip, shimmering and quivering. Leaves twirl and fall turning into a gold and copper pavement beneath my feet.
On my way round I stop for a gossip with a friend who is walking her dog, a Springer Spaniel called Fudge. We talk for a while and the dog gets impatient wanting to get on with his walk, so we go our separate ways. I pop into a friends for a cup of tea, it's been a few days since I saw her, it's nice to have a chat, and talk about the books we have read and how our gardens are doing. When I get home I put a chicken casserole in the oven for dinner. In the evening we watch a film 'The Place Beyond the Pines' that I had recorded - which turned out to be rather good. Bed by 10 for more reading - The Infinities by John Banville, a strange kind of novel about how the ancient gods interfere with our daily lives.
This is just a random day in a week where nothing much happened.
Here are some autumnal pictures that I took whilst sauntering round the village.
'Til next time here is a passage from
Ann of Green Gables
Ann of Green Gables
It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain - amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke blue. The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many-stemmed woods to run crisply through ~ L.M. Montgomery
And lastly my contribution to National Poetry Day
(albeit a day late)