Tiny fire supplied by kindling as I'm too cold to wait for the coal to glow.

And guiding lights.

I suppose after all the natural world stuff that I ought to at least try to think a bit about that philosophy thing.

My mood does tend to match the weather.

Like doing the invoices at the end of the month. Like reading philosophy books and papers. Like throwing the scrunchy 'Grumpy Cat'...

A bee in the heart of the sunflower.

Real dreaming. I dreamed that work had been worse than it was. That my script had to be completely and utterly rewritten because it was...

The clock is home time two nights/mornings in a row.

There seem to be a fair few berries this year, which must be good for the creatures. But it has not been a great summer. Yes, there have...

Puzzle solved

A test for the squizzels.

...after a day of toil.

See how the older rose has faded but gained some rather fetching freckles.

...maybe I'll have two families in my garden.

...in my Viking dreams.

This is a blackbird egg.

I lay on the lawn to meditate. My head shaded by the bamboo. Above, in the top leaves of the lilac tree, which are strangely gnawed and...

I am entangled in their lives, they in mine.

The cats have taken to sitting on a pile of clean and folded blankets on the windowsill in the sitting room.

Well, actually he went to the theraplate.