Days as Crisp and Golden as Apples

These are the measure of my days.

I work outside - preparing the garden for winter.  Taking down the bean canes and tomato supports; bringing the tender plants into the greenhouse.
I work inside - putting the living room to rights now the decorating in finished.
I take walks - in all weathers; talk to horses who come up to the fence.
I visit a friend - and admire her two newly adopted black cats.
I sort out  wardrobes - swapping summer for winter clothes.
I shop - one day for food supplies; another for pleasure.  I buy a pre-loved navy tweed jacket.
I read - Us by David Nicholls.
I watch drama on television - The Last Kingdom a tale of Vikings.
I write in my journal - capturing the moments of each day.
I comment on my favourite blogs -  inspired by well-written pieces and the many different topics.
I watch - leaves swirling, tossed by the wind.
I listen - to owls hooting outside the open window at night and geese honking on the lake.
I see - the trees changing colour day by day.
I take photographs - one for each day of the week.

The nights are drawing in and log fires are lit earlier against the chill of  evening, curtains are closed to keep the darkness at bay. I wake up in the half light of morning  and find it hard to get out of bed.  The clocks will be turned back at the weekend - goodbye to British Summer Time.

Soon we will hunker down and accept the shorter days and longer nights.  Soups and heart-warming stews will be made, more time spent in the kitchen and reading beside the fire.  Last winters’ projects will be hunted out and resumed, picking up from where they were left when spring arrived.

Hats, scarves and gloves are at the ready.

'Til next time

Elaine

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