Well, here we go- or rather here we have gone. We're all back to school. New black shoes have veiled their pristine shine with grass. The alarm clock remembers what it is to ring in vain. Timetables are tacked to shelves filling nicely now with folders and books. The season has turned!
Would somebody with agricultural authority tell my pear tree that the season has turned. A bit of mellow fruitfulness, please. The poor thing is definitely being rehoused soon in a much more sensible spot.
Can you see the raindrops chatting to the daisy heads? If I was Pom Pom, they would be bathed in sunshine, despite the rain. End of summer in the Frozen North- chilly mornings and evenings, chilly afternoons now too.
We love our chestnut tree. Look at all the conkers groaning. There will be a carpet of fun soon to cheer them up soon.
While we worked with the silks on Monday, some Corrymeela volunteers looked after our children. They were so good at finding dreamy things for them to do too. Jo's dreamcatcher is going up to his bedroom soon- as he is rightly points out, that's where he does his dreaming.
We haven't quite decided where my dream is going. Kitchen or book room? Prince Charming says I should hang it where I do most of my dreaming. Tough choice!