It's so steeply angled already. And with the chill now in the air, it feels like autumn has come.
Funny how the heat seemed unbearable this summer and now I long for it.
People say how they love the crispness of the mornings and the colours of the turning leaves. I appreciate both, but the shortening days and the cold depress me. A little. I try to think of Keats' ode, 'To Autumn' - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness...' But it doesn't make up for the closing in of the night, for the numbness in my fingers (yes, already) and the sinking into quiescence of the land. I miss the growth and fecundity! I love to see the earth 'heave into parturition' - that's from T. S. Eliot's Murder in the Cathedral. All I remember of the play.
I wonder when the hedgehog will hibernate? Let's see...Ah! December or early January to March! Oh, so I will still see my garden friend and need to leave the food for her for some time yet. Grey squirrels do not hibernate, though they sleep a lot in the colder months. Don't blame them. Wish I could.
Sadly, or happily if you are my accountant, I have taken on some more work that'll keep me busy through October until I depart for Qatar in mid November.
I'm not sure when I will get a rest. Maybe life will be easier at the World Cup. There won't be any other work intervening and no volunteering and no house or animal chores. Clare will make sure my inner and outer critters are safe and well.
How I wish someone would likewise look after me. But a Crone is a solitary thing and must find her own way in the world.
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