Autumn

The dog and I are sitting on the base of the greenhouse (sans greenhouse) in bright morning sunshine. My head and back are baked in warm, golden sunlight. Although it is perfectly still just here, we are periodically showered by leaves as each gust of wind travels overhead, leaving us otherwise undisturbed. We can hear our ducks on the pond down below, landing and taking off in no particular order; probably enjoying the duckweed. The robin has been to have a look at us a couple of times. Apologies, no worms, but I do have some breakfast cereal.