It's cold here, in my toes and hands. It's turning into autumn in quick bursts - you notice it hanging the washing out, a damp cool breeze; it's in the draught under the door; it's around the edges of your sleeves. This makes me happy; I stayed at J's last night and the valley filled up with fog and misty rain, everything very green but subdued ( Read more... )

There is a spider in the corner of this room. It has a little package of eggs and is guarding them most vigilently. I hope I'm here when they hatch... while huge furry spiders can be a bit nervous-making, tiny baby furry spiders are just plain awesome. What is it with baby animals anyway? (except perhaps baby flies)

I am at some stage going to ( Read more... )