Monday, October 21, 2013

I've got that Monday morning feeling

I felt a flicker of resignation this morning, a kind of melancholy as I scuffed through a layer of fallen leaves on the way to let the chickens out. 

The air was damp, oppressive, like a mantle of decay settling over the garden. Banished was the capricious spontaneity of September, when summer temperatures could still be found shuffled, like a grinning joker, into a pack of fresher autumnal days. 

I rescued some dew laden chrysanthemums that were bent to the ground.
They’ve been sat on my desk all day, kindly drawing me into their restorative beauty.

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