Briefly

[poliphilo]

Our Indian summer is going, going, not quite gone. We've had unsettled weather, followed by heavy rain, but it's still  warm.

I picked pears yesterday. 

I've been reading Tom's Midnight Garden. Pearce has this bifocal vision of childhood as both a golden time and a time of loneliness and oppression. Adults don't understand what that feels like because they've forgotten- but not all of them have. It's a lovely book. It made me cry. 

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I think we've seen the last of the warm weather- more's the pity.

[daisytells.livejournal.com]

It's too soon! I'm not ready for the end of summer and the beginning of winter.