I love autumn, for many reasons; it's a lovely time of the year. But it's still summer. Someone should tell Mother Nature because last night was bitterly cold with a chill wind and today, the lawn was full of leaves - at least a month early by my reckoning.
Looking down the street at the hundreds of trees, there's a distinct tinge of orange to the green here and there. There are a couple of beeches that are turning in their lower branches, a sycamore that is nearly empty of leaves and the chestnuts are definitely turning and looking threadbare.
While the rest of the world is working and beavering away on the dreadful Monday, today in England, it's a Bank Holiday. It feels of course like a Sunday. It'll put me out for the rest of the week, believe you me. I'm only at work for three days, then I'm away in Manchester for a long weekend on a psychic development course. So I'm looking forward to a three day working week.
My thoughts are with the ordinary people of Libya this last couple of days and I've been sending distance healing to the country to protect the innocent and I hope that a peaceful conclusion comes to this awful conflict at the earliest opportunity. My thoughts are also with the people on the eastern seaboard of the United States of America who have suffered from the after effects of tropical storm 'Irene'. The loss of life is shocking. I experienced a tropical storm when I was in America, 'Ernesto' a few years ago, but that was mainly torrential heavy rain and the most amazing thunderstorms. And we whinge about a bit of a chilly breeze!