Today is…

lunch with a good friend, eating home-made scones (leek and chive, since you ask) while discussing secondhand finds at children’s clothing sales;

bringing home two large bags of windfall apples (Russets and cookers);

finding pumpkins for sale outside the village post office, and, most unusually for me, getting both a good-shaped round chap with a nice shade of bright orange to boot (why oh why can I never manage to grow pumpkins, as an aside? Three years in and virtually nothing to show as yet);

listening to Quercus using a planer to make rough-sawn timber into smooth bathroom shelving;

wondering at the witchling sleeping for three and a bit hours yesterday (as daytime snoozes), and thus far having managed over two hours today;

managing an hour’s work on my thesis corrections, and nearing the end of the minor bits and bobs (though there are still some bigger things to do, sadly – how on earth I’ll get through these without imploding I have yet to work out, but I am operating on a ‘do not consider what is not immediately in front of you THIS SECOND’ footing at the moment);

buying woollen dreadlocks from the lovely Crazy Momma (don’t judge me – it was the colours! They made me do it!);

realising that, actually, I could make said dreadlocks, and will be having a go shortly, just as soon as I track down some nicely coloured roving;

watching the hedges in the lanes near the witchery being cut back, revealing views we haven’t seen since last autumn;

breathing out.