September ended with a midnight storm. I lay and listened to the sky tear itself with the angry shear of cotton sheets and the rain chorus mixing solo ticks with the great and beautiful roar of a million life affirming voices
I love September although spring brings the anxiety of summer. I love the blossoms, the busy parent birds, the glimpses of their young. I love the mild weather and slow unfolding of greens
This September has been in lockdown with schooling at home and pets being a focus and holidays - the stretch of empty days, children's music, a sick cat, our clock-work chickens with their delicious eggs and wet weather mohawks and the dog who gets us out to test the light, be engulfed by air and find our freedom legs again.
Thankfully, the cat seems to be improving with anti-biotics and much spoiling. He's heading for fifteen but I couldn't bear to lose him now, our long time friend, who terrorises guests but gives us smooches and warm laps and morning bed cuddles as close to our faces as we'll let him. I need him this year.
Hello October. What gifts do you offer?