Autumn leaves little time for writing – too much takes us outside.
Earlier this week, Storm Ophelia drenched our skies with red, bringing hints of the Sahara, and a physics explanation too complex for me.
And now, we have swished our way through a childishly colourful weekend …
Finding fruit in hiding.
And leaves that turn into landscapes.
So a brief post, as I blithely ignore the 12 drafts awaiting attention. Because Autumn is here, and we like it.
And I know that – too soon – there will be plenty of winter dark days to fill with memories of Spanish summer light.