October ?

The sparsest of rain drops on the air this campervan morning. Sitting under the oak, the wind cascades droplets down onto my head, the residue of overnight downpours clinging to leaf and branch descending earthwards. The light is heavy and grey a true reflection of the cloud above me. A mild grey October morning. Everywhere and everything is sodden after the rains of the last day and the soundtrack of the morning is punctuated by rain falling from breeze blown trees. It remains unseasonably warm for October. It feels like being trapped in a grey vortex, the leaves are yet to turn, the colours migrate, and the floor to shimmer in oranges and brown. The trees around remain green and in foliage the merest hint of yellowing on some of them, but not much more. My enforced ‘pause’ continues, but that ok. It’s normally this time of year that I begin to brush off the dust of my winter books and settle into hunkering down to the end of the year. My usual go to book at this time of year is ‘Wintering. The Power of Rest and Retreat in difficult times ‘ by Katherine May. It tends to open this part of the year for me. She writes of October as the month of getting ready and preparation for the months ahead. Feels a little premature at the moment. To say the least. Also still struggling with the need to be productive, even though I am in full ‘pause’ mode. The birds appear to have come alive, chatter of Robins and a Starling or two create the backdrop to this mornings Oak visit. So to end this mornings ramble with a celebration of it being Friday and the weekend ahead. Lovely days people.

“ The problem with “everything” is that it ends up looking an awful lot like nothing: just one long haze of frantic activity, with all the meaning sheared away.” Katherine May.