Goodnight friends! Greasy grey overcast skies but the breeze was soft, the air sweet and mild, feeling about as welcoming as a gloomy 12°c can manage. From half a dozen metres away I could hear the bombastic tenor drone of a thick-naped bumblebee the size of my thumb pad, and looking arpund I noticed the shallow gouges of bee nests burrowing into the damp earth and leaf litter. I was caught in the opening snare-roll patter of a rainshower, and even in that it seemed like I could feel a change, cool but not cold or harsh even as the impacts picked up.
Soreness in my joints from the damp, but more-or-less within the tolerances that make them broadly, vaguely debilitating rather than locking me down to bed all day. A little wandering and light, easy household stuff, resting and losing snatches of meandering time.
May we find ways to communicate and express ourselves with integrity and honesty today!
