Goodnight friends! Same tune playing out again, as I suspect it will for many autumn and winter days – panging pain and slow recovery, needing long breaks between minor activities, cobwebby thoughts and attention easily scattered. Tired, but managing to look after myself mostly.
Seems like these few crisp cool sharp-edged days might be coming to an end. A kind of vague unfocussed haze in the air, shadows losing their clear inky edges and spreading, fading, diffusing away into nothing. Woods as well as fields are overbrimming with fungus, strange little glistening mounds of semi-solid goo like blackberry jam, willow leaves drifting up on woody shelves, glossy brown sheathed woodtuft, pale little stalky clumps, nosing up of the loam.
May we find a sense of purpose and determined focus today!
