October days and nights . . .

I just love the grey-blue twilight's of October . . . these shortening days when I can sit at the dining room table, looking out the back window and watching the first stars pricking through the dusk . . . try as I might to capture the exact moment when night-time slams the window down on the day, it remains ever elusive . . .

All too soon . . . darkness has dropped it's raven cloak over the quiet fields and it is time then to draw the curtains in and light the lamps . . .

 

 

 This is the time of rediscovering the joys of autumn evenings . . . the pleasures felt in low rooms, with warm and cozy ceilings . . .  luminous nights filled with stars . . .  the gentle art of baking something sweet and homey as the light dips low in the sky . . . 

 

 

 It's the smell of apples in wooden bowls . . . and drying pumpkins . . . decaying leaf and molding flower petals . . . the sight of dew covered webs which spring up overnight between drying branch . . . and moss covered walls . . .

 

 

 Noontime picnics and evenings filled with the smell of smoke from apple-wood fires, a knitted throw cozily thrown over the lap, and a mug of something hot and sweet between your hands . . .

 

 

How soul enriching it is to once again hear the crackle of the hearth and see the blazing logs amidst the golden glow of candlelight which is reflected in the gleam of old oak and freshly polished copper . . .

 

 

 Time too . . . for moonlit walks when the moon hangs low in the sky . . . blue smoke and pearly haze . . . the crisp sound of leaves skittering across the pavement as the nip in the air carries them along . . .

 

 

Oh that I could only capture this feeling, these sights . . . this smell . . .  in a jar . . . a thousand autumn days . . . from the days of childhood . . . to the autumn of my life.  T'would be magical, oh-so-magical  . . . 

 

I did another change of my dressing last night.  I kind of took a shower first.  No, we are waiting on the Engineer to come on Friday, but what I did was I filled the bathroom sink with hot water and then (because our whole bathroom is a shower room)  I rolled up the bath mat and stuck it in a corner, got all undressed, put my shower boot on over my foot and just doused myself with cups of water, washing my hair, etc. as I went along and then rinsing everything off.  Then I got dried off, dressed and came downstairs to take the old dressing off, soak my toe in salt water for 5  mins and replace the dressing.  I could tell that it had been bleeding a bit since the last dressing change.  Hmmm . . .  hope that is not a bad sign, and it is somewhat sore this morning.  I kind of wish that they wouldn't be in such a rush to get you off their books and do dressing changes for you for more than one time.  There is an emergency clinic you can go to on Friday mornings between 9 and 12, but we have to wait in for the shower engineer. So I am hoping all is okay with the toe. We will see.  

I've been given the talk my RS Lesson will be based on. It is going to be based on this talk by Sister Arbuto from the April, 2018 conference.  I am excited about that, as I love Butterflies and I love Sister Arbuto.

And with that I will leave you with a thought to carry with you  . . .


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In The English Kitchen today  . . . .  Mac & Cheese with a Crispy Crumb Topping . . . a once in a blue moon treat!

Hope your Wednesday is filled with love, light and laughter!  Don't forget! 

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And I do too!