Unpublished newsletters

Saturday, and a new newsletter, one of the relatively few left before the closing of the year - just eleven, by my reckoning.

Well that seems to have been a shorter week than usual. Maybe it is the fact that the nights are slowly closing in. They certainly are, at least in these parts. And it is dark, too, when morning supposedly comes. 

Saturday, once more, and another newsletter springs into place as if by magic.

Saturday rapidly approaches and so it must be time for me to race ahead and complete your new newsletter.

This intro is always done last, because it takes the least time, and if I do run late then I can do this easier than a final card (or three).

Not just the last Saturday of August, but the last day of August. September is almost here, with its last flourish of fiery colours before winter comes and freezes them away.

Welcome, almost to September. I will have to suffer artificial light soon, and even wetter feet when I walk down the garden in the early mornings - perhaps, worst of all, to have to find my wellingtons, and retreat into tights.

Saturday again, and not just that, for we are heading rapidly into autumn, wet grass, slippery leaves and loads of slugs and snails. No mists yet, but they will soon be here. 

a whole week gone, since last I wrote a start. Not sure where.