Ah yes here they come, the long dark days of autumn.
One evening I was going out (somewhere, I don't remember where exactly) and I was having one of those 'fight the frumpy middle-aged woman look' moments and dressed myself (I can you know). My daughter - wise beyond her 16 years - carefully considered my ensemble and said 'well you can wear the top or the skirt but not together' There ensued a long session of me getting in and out of clothes so she could help me to present myself to the world in a better arrangement. Eventually we did collectively decide on an outfit that suited her stringent standards of mother-dressing and my need to be off the homespun track. And then she said 'the trouble with you is that you try to look bohemian but it doesn't always work'.
So what to wear this evening.......better ask Nance. It isn't her name, I just call her that!
Names are funny aren't they. I hated my name when I was growing up because it was unusual. Everyone else seemed to be called ordinary names you could spell easy. Now I like my name because it's unusual!
I collected a beautiful conker today which was shaped like a heart. If I was in love I could give it to my beau, kind of 'I heart you' but as 'I conker you' - guess that's much the same thing really!
I have a horse chestnut tree in a pot on the patio. It's only small, about 5ft, and the leaves are just turning a delicious glorious yellow.........
............to brighten up the dark days of autumn
























