26 November 2009
The leaves are all damp now, no more crunchy crisp gold from the trees. The mud, though, is really rather good for stomping in (especially now I have shoes without holes!) and I'm always surprised by just how much green there still is. Long may the colours last! Last week, we had a good wander around Darley Park in the wet and the cold. And it was good.I'm not regretting one of these passing days right now, just loving the inexorable turn towards the dark cold bare icy winter and the joy of celebrating birth and life and love once more. It is going very very quickly but somehow I don't feel quite so resistant this year.