Patterns……

Myrtle on the fireside rug. She had come indoors, her long fluffy coat damp from the rain. She loves winter evenings when she can cosy up in front of the wood burner. We have had a day of very wintery weather. I managed to use our big leaf blower to gather up fallen leaves, lots of them, before the rain set in. Margaret and I drove into town after lunch for coffee at a favourite cafe. We encountered torrential rain and even “small hail” as we were driving. The bad weather is almost country-wide. From what we hear we have been let off lightly. Winter is well and truly here.