Not doing a lot in the garden.
It is evening, not yet dark, and the earlier rain has stopped. The sky is still leaden with ash branches reaching up like pleading arms to the sky - please some sunshine.
A cock pheasant croaks out a challenge from by the pond. There is a winding down even if no one has told the nasturtiums. I have placed the video camera opposite to where I think the rabbits have their burrow - now we wait and see.
R has been making scones and tonight is toad-in-the-hole from M&S, something to warm us. I am nearly at the end of Dara McNulty's book and wonder how a fifteen year old can generate such wonderful prose.
In the end I stop thinking about it and plod out my usual stuff.
Saturday and RAIN!!
Sunday a bit of sun and a walk by Broughton Beck.
Monday wild and wet, rainbows - the chives are looking very bedraggled - not long now before they have had it I think. Then, just for a moment the sun shines through on the wet garden.
Tuesday and rained all day till 4 pm then the light went an hour later. Garden waterlogged but moorhen are back on the pond for the winter.
Now, the gales have played havoc with the autumn colours but - there are still some leaves on the lilac and cherry but not, I think for much longer.
Usually I have a moan about the colours of sycamore leaves but this year for some reason they are better.
The last of the azalea by the wood still has its reds.
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