Sympathy needed please 'cos I have a funny foot...it isn't making me laugh though 'cos it hurts actually and I'm sort of hobbling. Feels a bit like a cramp but it's on the sole...Himself says I've probably got tetanus which is a mean thing to say 'cos I went into panic mode trying to remember when I last had a booster and it was so long ago I can't remember when it was and then I was sensible and told him to take a hike...
Another odd kind of a day...it's that period between late summer when everything is keeling over and the onset of Autumn when we have those first frosts and the entire world comes alive again...
Hedges laden down with Blackberries and Sloes and the Crab Apple tree next to Paddy's pen drops her harvest obligingly on the grass verge just waiting to be picked up...
I do so love the Autumn...I love seeing the bushes covered in dainty dew-dropped spiders webs and that certain nip in the air which promises an early evening frost and everyone in our street lights their fires and the turf smoke curls upwards as the lights go on in sitting rooms and kitchens...
My favourite time of the day is around five o'clock...I walk up the field behind our cottage with the cats skittering ahead of me and watch as the swallows line up on the wires readying themselves for their long journey home...the hedge bottoms are full of squeakings and rustles and the cats pounce on imaginary foe and leap into the air...legs all a kimbo...Blackberries are heavy and sweet and the Hawthorn trees harvest of scarlet berries will soon be taken by hungry Mistle Thrushes and Blackbirds...a tiny Wren keeps pace with me as I walk...chattering away in her high pitched alarm cry...such a little bird to produce a big noise.
When I turn to come home the lights are on in Huberts yard and I hear him whistling as he feeds his cattle...the sweet heady scent of the turf fires lingers in the cold air...I will never tire nor grow complacent about the smell of a newly lit turf fire in a hearth. Kitty's cows lean on the fence...their breath steaming as they watch my cats go racing by..tails held high, they run from the bogeymen only they can see and the cows sigh and chew the cud and blow sweet smelling breath and look as vacant as only cattle can...
But it isn't Autumn yet...it's late Summer and the grass at the sides of the roads have turned brown and dusty and people are irritated by the weather and the flies invade us and stick to the sticky flystrips and buzz when they're caught in a spiders web...wasps hum and circle round and round my head and I bat at them hopelessly and wait 'til they've landed on a window pane when I can squash them...the nights are growing darker and huge furry moths hurl themselves at the windows and tiny bats flit by in the yard...everyone is grumpy and out of sorts 'cos the summer is almost gone but Autumn isn't yet here and we're tired of endless hot days when the dust rises in clouds on the roads and children play on the swings in the park in a desultory way and squabble amongst themselves and grow cross and hot and sticky...
I love to watch the enormous harvest moon sail across the evening sky...her yellows tinged with softest pinks, she watches over us with a benign and kindly eye...the very first stars appear and the air turns chilly and it's time to go indoors and have supper and read awhile before a hot bath and bed...