Goodnight friends! Around 14°c, with clammy vestiges of mist still softening distant hues and lurking thinly in the corners of my vision, leaves still covered in closely packed pinhead droplets of water held in trembling tension. The first Autumn crocuses lunge upward with a sudden dream-like drama of spring colour, some of their tightly twisted pointed buds even bearing pierced-through fallen leaves up with them.
Another mosaic day of small meandering tasks, pacing myself with small steady periods of rest but able to keep things ticking over. Some food prep, a bit of laundry, a little writing and admin. No one activity felt like much in particular at the time, but now I can look back as a whole I feel grateful for all those little jobs being accomplished.
May we find space in our lives for quiet reflection and nurturing solitude today!
Image ID: Photo of a pair of Autumn crocus buds, long, very pale purple teardrop spearpoints, finely veined with a soft blush of yellow at their bases, surging upward on thin stalks among brown and orange leaf litter.
