September!

 Happy September!



We've a nice bright, blue sky start to the month here. Sunnier than it's been for days, but there's still a coolness in the air, warning that autumn is just around the corner. 








How on earth did it get to be September? Everything externally says the seasons are moving on - shadows are longer, pumpkins are ripening at the allotment, apples weighting down their branches and sunset seems shockingly early. But my body-clock doesn't believe it. Surely it ought to be only be July?
I always wonder where summer disappears to - I have so many plans of things to do and places to go, and then autumn suddenly arrives, and everything is put on hold till another year. This year seems worse - it's like I nodded off, Rip van Winkle style, in spring and just suddenly woke to find half the year gone.

What next? is the big question this year. Are we heading back to normal, or sliding straight into the next wave of the pandemic? It feel's like there's no certainty about anything and all we can do is take life one day at a time. 

For today at least you'll find me here, sitting in the sun.