It’s raining again, which is better than snow, but still is it ever going to stop? Mr. Cottage said it feels muted today. That grey cast has wrapped around our little house and it feels like no matter how many lights we turn on, we can’t overpower the gloom. It’s a good day for snuggling …
I was contemplating eating a second pudding cup. Mr. Cottage said he wouldn’t judge me if I did.
Brilliant sunshine, fallen leaves crispy and crunchy under my feet, heavy with a coating of frost, a thousand diamonds shimmer in the grass. An owl screeches high in the treetops. A donkey is braying loudly and the chickens are beginning their morning chatter. Swoosh swoosh a flock of buzzards soars overhead.