Six weeks ago, I borrowed a rather large book from the library, Ken Follett’s Edge of Eternity. I’d been looking forward to having a book to really get my teeth into but it did mean that not much else got done, aside from work and other essentials, for quite some time.
In the middle of September, when I started the book, the garden was green and flourishing. Yesterday morning, as I came to the end of it, I looked out my bedroom window and noticed the contrast now, as we head towards November.
Next door’s leaves adorn the soil at the moment. They won’t be there much longer, I imagine though, as there have typically been high winds towards the end of the year – but there is a first time for everything!
Talking of leaves, we found a beautiful park behind York Minster last Saturday, where my daughter enjoyed playing with the sycamore leaves.