Hanging on ...

I liked the colour of the beech leaves still firmly attached on the branches against the rusty fence.
A walk in the rain - we walked together for a way before taking different routes back home.
We both need our own time outside in these days of lockdown.
The sounds of a pair of buzzards above the tree line, new catkins appearing and our visiting woodpecker all brought moments of joy .
It does feel like we are just hanging on - getting by and trying to make the best of the days.
I haven't visited many journals these days - the tasks one embarks on in order to feel some sense of achievement seems sometimes to leave no time to relax somehow.
I will catch up over the next few days.