The berries on our hawthorn tree are turning red, the sweet pea stalks are now too short for picking, the autumn sunsets have begun
The caterpillars have eaten my nasturtiums:
so I'll have to give up drawing them;
the fabulous grandsons are going back to school so seeing them will feel perilous, when it never did before;
and Dave says his work shirt has lost it's (his word) "cachet."
I told him it never had cachet, but...his ideas about clothes do not align with mine.
Have you bought my new book DAYS ARE WHERE WE LIVE yet?
Here's a taster which appears in the book - a piece I had in the Times some years ago about Dave's clothes, when he could still have been described as middle aged:
Copyright: Sue Hepworth/Times newspapers