Autumn is here.
The morning dog walks now take place in soft half-light.
Stormy wet and windy days now slip in between ridiculously warm and sunny ones when we try to make the most of the late afternoon sun on the balcony.
Nights are chilly; time to light the log-burner and put the duvet back on the bed.
Brilliant splashes of autumn colours shine through in the hedgerows and in the garden. The leaves on the trees are fading slowly from green to old gold; before tumbling and swirling to the ground.
The house is up for sale and I shall be sorry to leave but I have many good memories to take with me. Although at the beginning I remember how bleak and cold the house was. I stood in what is now my kitchen and thought ‘what have I done?’
How things have changed!
It was an unexpected adventure coming to France so who knows what waits around the corner? However there is one thing I am sure of, autumn may be here but, to coin a phrase…’Winter is Coming’.
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