I get home and Les has left me some more stones from the Scotland holiday, all but a fadded memory.
I’m going to have to find somewhere to put them, somewhere.
I’m getting a flash of colour still.
I have a think about the pond, and realise what it is missing is a boarder of stones.
I start the movement, and soon we are all stoned up.
I cut some of the tree away so you can actually sit under it.
And then get the mower out. Most likely the last time this year.
I enjoy the flowers for another moment.
The sunflowers are giving up, the tomato plant is dying too.
It is that time of year when its all fading fast.
I plant the new stones.
And light me a fire. Bright and so warm.
Lovely, enjoyable and
So very smokey.
Eventually I wander up the garden to close the door and go to bed.