We all grow tired eventually; it happens to everyone.Even the sun, at the close of the year, is no longer a morning person. Joyce Rachelle
Well today turned out to be a sorcher…an Indian Summer…well, for a few days anyway. The morning was chilly and the cobwebs were glistening with early morning dew. As I cycled past the fields, with their hay stacked high there was a low mist as the sun tried to burn off the chill. A few … More The little changes
Another glorious day. Still in my pj’s soaking up the peace and quiet of my garden. Totally lost track of time, days for a bit. A neighbour said yesterday ‘Only 153ish days to Ch@! *mas’ Thanks for that, I don’t want to count my days away! Anyway, another glorious day.