Thursday, 21 October 2021
Thursday, 14 October 2021
I've always looked for signs, especially time of year when I need to store them up against winter. Last autumn was full of them after our dog, Ted, died; this autumn, which has seen the death of my mother, has been the same: the gift of feathers, including a green woodpecker and jay pinions; the sighting of a kingfisher on an urban stretch of the Frome; and wild Michaelmas daisies - a favourite of my maternal grandmother - everywhere. My mother died on Michaelmas Day and I'm really pleased that her funeral flowers will have Michaelmas daisies in them, though the florist told me they're called the September flower in the trade, which is nowhere near as evocative.
There's also been a couple of spectacular rainbows lately, like this one over the golf course car park.