Every time I run it seems to be raining. When I get into bed, the rain is dripping on (and through, unfortunately) the skylight. When I walk to work it rains (although oddly when I am at work, the sun is always shining).
But of course it doesn’t rain all the time, and after I got back from my grumpy, rain-soaked run on Sunday morning, the sun came out.
We delivered our blanket-y present to our friends, and went for lunch at the city farm. This is something we do quite often, but we usually confine ourselves to the cafe and the small animals. This weekend we wandered around the vegetable gardens too.
The farm also has a round house, I think used for educational purposes.
Outside were some odd but beautiful willow structures, and I found myself (not for the first time) wanting to fill my garden with sculptures. Perhaps there is a use for my wildly out of control willow hedge after all…
Of course, it’s raining again now. But since it’s dark, and I’m inside with candles and blankets and the memory of a sunny autumnal day, I’m not going to let it worry me.