Things here have been very autumnal and the last two weeks have flown. Working days are marked by leaving in the dark and returning in the dark. Family time, is therefore, all the more precious. There is something about the grey weather we have been having that makes me feel quiet and the weekends are very domestic. Being in the house so much means that I spend time arranging shelves and pottering.
Late autumn has its own special beauty and a melancholy that makes me slow down, rather like a small hibernating creature. Weekends offer such a contrast to my working week; it feels just perfect.