…with a head full of noise. This morning though I had to get up early to get Darce on a bus. I came back to a garden full of mist and quiet. My Dad used to say “I love autumn because there’s still warmth in the ground after summer.” It’s my favourite time of the year too and the best time to enjoy it is before everyone else does.
My Dad would have turned 90 last week. He loved a good tomato. It’s funny how those little things become the most precious.