Lull before Autumn

The last of the swallows and house martins have left taking their young with them , wheeling across counties , countries and continents to warmer climes .Their mud nests are left empty clinging precariously to the undersides of the eaves in the village houses and barns awaiting their return next spring . Horse chestnut trees with their leaves rusting at the edges await the annual onslaught of little boys with sticks seeking that prized champion conker .The recently ploughed Devon red fields are already showing a translucent green sheen as the warm weather brings on the winter wheat . In the early morning dew ,bejewelled cobwebs hang in the hedgerows like intricate antimacassars creating a fairytale vision of delicate beauty .

The hanging baskets and window boxes which filled our high street with colour are now tired and overblown almost begging for that first frost to let them surrender to the inevitable march of the seasons .Some brave dahlias are giving one last defiant burst of gaudy colour ; flowers the size of dinner plates turn their faces to the sun .Baskets of unwanted apples appear on doorsteps and there is feeling of waiting - waiting for autumn to really set in - an anticipation of the of the season which will gradually cloak the countryside with its coat of many colours .

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  • Our early morning ' Thought for the day ' What an amazing picture you paint George . My love to you both

    Flicka x

  • Thank you for that lovely description Georgepa. When we lived in our ancient thatched Devon farmhouse I used to enjoy the coming of autumn as we could light the big inglenook open fire or the woodburner in the snug and the smell of woodsmoke would drift along the house. The Aga in the kitchen would be fired up after being dormant for the summer (for economy) and there would be a cozy glow about the place. Now in our sensible post-war bungalow we have radiators and double glazing and a shiny black electric cooker and no fire place at all. It is certainly consistently warmer and we no longer have to chop and carry logs or clean out ash but something is missing in the winter months. Just one of many changes in our lives!


  • What a beautiful description of this glorious season. I have admit my ignorance by telling you I looked up antimacassars, a word I don't remember hearing before but it's good to get the brain thinking in the morning as well.

    As always, thanks Geargepa. May you a V enjoy another day of glorious sunshine.


  • George lovely as always, just imagine myself there, hope you had a better week, with a bit more sleep. Xxxxxx

  • No such luck I am afraid - running on empty at present .

  • Hi George, lovely start to the day! How are you?

    Just had some great news! S has been accepted back into day hospice. Waiting to hear now, when he can start. Have to make the most of the next twelve weeks, as I have already been told they won't be able to offer him another placement! Least I will be able to get my hair done again. Wonder if there is any product that will stop it growing!!!

    Lots of love


  • Weary .

  • Thanks for the beautiful poem for the morning, George. It does help, escaping, however briefly, to the scene you describe so elegantly. I am with you in the weariness, sorry to say. I seem to constantly be ricocheting between harridan and zombie. I feel so ashamed when I lose my temper, and it's becoming nearly constant. He freezes and seems to ignore my escalation of cues, requests, instructions, pleas, begging and screams; my arm is giving out again, never quite healed from last year's surgery, and I can't pick him up and hold him anymore. I get pained and frightened and I just plain lose it. And then he is stoic and kind and mild and tolerant - and I am so miserable.

    Well, the VA is going to be arranging some home help for us, and we are going to be getting another round of intensive PT next month, I hope. I have a friend coming to stay for a week later on, too. And I love fall. On we go.

    Thanks again for writing. Hold on, George. Nothing lasts. Love and peace, Easterncedar

  • Hi Easternceder, I'm with you! Don't think I have ever shouted or screamed so much in my life. That's after, two kids, one divorce and two stepchildren!!!! But how do you cope, when they do the opposite to what needs to done to stay safe, or comes to an abrupt standstill, in the most dangerous place they can find!!! I can almost predict where S will have a freezing moment. Still can't stop it or avoid it! He occasionally bursts into tears, asking me to stop shouting. That's obviously upsets me, but I am far too tired and have no patience left! My back is constantly feeling very fragile, arm and hand joints hurting. Spending a fortune at the osteopaths to keep me on the straight and narrow! I have someone come in to shower S, once a week. It does make a difference. When this rotten cold goes, I will put the boxing gloves back on, to get more days! Why is everything such a fight? Haven't we got enough to do???.???

    Lots of love


  • Thanks, Heady. I do know I COULD NOT cope at all without this site and your sympathy1

  • Me neither!!!

    Lots of love


  • Easterncedar,

    It's so easy to scream....unfortunately PSP the evil one, cannot hear you...and when it does, it laughs at you. Perhaps you too need some PT for your arm. If the PT is for your husband, be sure and ask them about your needs.... PT did my shoulders a world of good when I hurt them lifting weights. (stupidly lifting wts I might add)

    I hope you have a wonderful visit with your friend....It will be good to kind of share what you are going through with someone else...sort of like here, only there.... hahHh...

    Remember Deep healing breaths....DOn't let PSP get the best of you,


  • Oh George I feel for you, can you not get away for a few days? We are all burning out George, the government should see all this, then we have fight to get help, sending you a big hug George. Yvonne xxxxxx

  • Thank you Georgepa for your lovely words once again transporting me to a different view if only for a few minutes. Truly appreciated.:)

  • Beautiful. Have reread it several times. Thanks, sometimes we get so caught up in the horrors of what's happening to us, we forget to look around and take in all the beauty of our wold!

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