Suddenly, it’s Autumn.
Yesterday some of the folk on our lane had a yard sale. The sun put on its best bib-and-tucker and a glorious time was had by all. Yesterday it was ‘officially’ still Summer. This morning widderlake had disappeared into the mists, (of Avalon perhaps?) and the first geese honked overhead on their way to greener pastures to the south.
I looked out my writing window this afternoon and all the trees were shivering in the strong wind that’s blowing all sorts of storm clouds and rain up from the south. It reminded me of this song. Winter is coming.
Annie is like an excellent wine, simply superb.
“Whatever you do, you do out of a passion” – Annie Lennox, sinter-songwriter, political activist, philanthropist