Still some colour in the garden. A rose, violas, cyclamen and heathers.

Alone.

Luke is working today so I contacted a few family members to see if I could visit them but they already have plans so I'm on my own - well, with my girls and my laptop. Looking out at the morning sky I see it's a beautiful crisp and sunny morning. The wisps of cloud fade at their edges into the merest of blue sky; like a watercolour washed out for subtlety.The rust coloured leaves on the aged oak are glowing in the sun and soon they will all have tumbled to the earth, leaving only the bare branches silhouetted against a winter sky. I used to dread this time of year - long dark days and plenty of rain for months to come but nowadays I see the beauty of an Autumnal day. A robin flies onto the fence and it's breaast looks russet in the daylight, the wrens make a huge racket, hidden in the hedge and I feel almost obliged to do a 'Julie Andrews' and run, arms outsretched, over the hills singing loudly. Bit wet for that though so I will enjoy the morning from the warmth of the house.