It's been a long time, and that's okay.
The leaves are all scruffy and scritchy underfoot, and I walked by a sign today that said 'wellbeloved', which might be the best word in the world.
Bonfire smudging in the air, tonight I got all the phone calls to tick off my to-do list, finally, and I've had smoked salmon with cream cheese on garlic toast with asparagus & toasted almonds in butter sauce and tortellini in spicy tomato chili sauce for a luxurious tea - all alone - as the bebe fell asleep in her chair at 6:30 and the partner is out at the cinema. Gorgeous lovely alone time - just me and the West Wing and good food and some good knitting.
Am finishing a lemony yellowy jumper for a friend's daughter's 2nd birthday next week, and it's just the right time of year to be knitting and it's all gone well so far.
So that's me.
To the autumn.
