Looking out of my bedroom window at the crisp early afternoon. The air is clear and sharp. Cut glass breezes swirl lazily around the garden blowing the yellowing leaves, dislodged by autumns onset, curving arcs in the air.
October is my favourite month.
Soon the rain will come, turning the ground to mud, and summer's last traces vanished. For now, thirty days of perfection reign.
October is my favourite month
J
October is my favourite month.
Soon the rain will come, turning the ground to mud, and summer's last traces vanished. For now, thirty days of perfection reign.
October is my favourite month
J
I love October in inland East England too. I love it here most days, but it rains more often than everywhere else.
Cherry xox