I always feel this time of year is rather melancholy. It seems like the end of everything is fast approaching and that's rather sad. If I was an animal I suspect I'd be one of those that shuts down completely, waiting until spring to emerge from a hole in the ground blinking into the sunlight. Unfortunately there's always work to be done so, much as I'd love it, I'm not allowed to hibernate.
Of course nature has her compensations. The rosehips are at their glorious best in the garden right now, especially when seen against a blue, blue sky. I couldn't resist walking around with my camera this morning.
And after many years our grapevine has suddenly decided to grow like a triffid over the roof of my studio. It's covered in bunches of little grapes but I don't think we'll be going into wine production just yet.
The butterflies are making the most of the last few Buddleia flowers.
And after the exertions of the day, in my lethargic state, what better than to sit and knit mindlessly in front of the stove.
And who better to knit for than little Amelie!
I promise I'll do my best to be more energetic and creative soon!
Thanks for dropping by - Linda