The sound of many many birds chirping away in the trees above us. A little chattering two year old telling us how much she loves the birds, and will they not come and sit on her hand please?
Games and sweet laughter, yelling and running up and down, climbing and swinging. My beautiful girls, brimming over with life and joy.
A neat tiny round baby bump, so close to meeting us, so close. Sweet little one, how I have loved these Autumn days of carrying you warmly inside.
The colours of the leaves, above, below, around. Crispness of gold and bronze, and the beautiful reds and yellows, shapes against the grey-white of the sky.
Smell of damp moss, nourished earth, and woodsmoke coming off the allotments. Cool grey-green smells speaking of renewal out of these endings.
Black branches, woodsmoke, bright leaves, cool grey chill of Winter's approach. The world is holding its breath.
Today is a day made for joy. For holding close. For warmth. Today is a day to get outside in the cold fresh dampness, and come alive.