It’s been chilly today, autumn has come in this week. I was even caught out in the rain – not that I minded, there’s been too little of that for the last few months. But it was cold and windy as well.

I’d gone to the garden centre to buy grass seed. I have a big bag, more than I need for the area, but I’ll reseed the chicken’s run whenever they’re not using that part, so that they have something fresh and green, at least for a day or two. What I sow now will have the winter to bed in, though.

On the way there, I posted the address labels and stamps to David and he’ll take over from here. I need to write something for the local paper and put a few posts on Facebook etc, but that’s not much more work. Until the final flurry, I can ease off. I would like to do other things. I would like, very much, to be busy but not have a deadline and not be anxious. It’s not just blogging mojo that’s lacking. I need to try to make choices and not react to what’s necessary. Though whether I succeed in that fine intention is another matter.

Over the weekend, I’ll do something about the grass seed – Wince hasn’t had time to shift any compost yet, so I’ll do some of that. Next week, I’ve promised to take Rose out for lunch one day and Sir Bruin and the Small Bear have invited me over to have a pillion ride on Sir B’s bike – I wish I’d managed to get my motorbike licence, but it was all at the time when Russell was ill and then died and I didn’t have the heart to go back to it. I loved it though and really wish I’d done it much earlier in life. Next week I’m also booked for my next Covid booster. And there’s a Nadfas lecture on Wednesday as well. So my best foot is going forward.