Every single year, autumn takes my breath away. I always write it off as the harbinger of the dark days of winter and forget just how perfect it is, with its gentle, unassuming beauty. Walking on this quiet path, all around me was the drip of mist from the leaves, a soft light that fell so slowly, and gold, gold, gold, everywhere I looked.
π Peak District, England
Typical Monday
Lie in
Coffee
Sunny woodland walk with doggoπ
Pub lunch
Home before school run madness
Afternoon βnapβ
Argentinian Malbec and a good book
Early night
Same again Tuesday? π
A @PermaGoddess inspired hour or two in the garden on this glorious Autumn afternoon. βοΈππ Now itβs feet up with a cuppa while I catch up on the latest from Bealtaine Cottage ππ
Just back on here and what the hell has happened?! This isnβt the world I want to see or be part of, so much hatred, stupidity, division. Thereβs always been idiots, it seems theyβre all here. Yes to free speech but what a waste. The world today π X has a lot to answer for