As we drift into autumn with more rain but mild temperatures, winter seems rushing towards us, even though the lovely summer we’ve had is still a bright shining memory! We have really had a summer to remember, days filled with sunshine, beautiful balmy evenings so we could wander out in shirt sleeves, but enough sprinkles of rain here and there to keep the garden growing and the nights not too dreadfully  hot and uncomfortable.

I hope we have a real winter, a cold but dryish winter, and not some mild grey nothingy season drifting from now to march without much change or contrast. I hope we have enough frost to kill a lot of the bugs and break up the soil, I hope we have enough rain to store for next summer, I hope we have some bright and clear-skied frosty mornings, and I know a lot of people don’t like it but I hope we have some snow!

Here’s Shakespeare looking back and looking forward.

 Sonnet 6

Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty’s treasure ere it be self-killed.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That’s for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair
To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir

William Shakespeare

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