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Today is the perfect end of summer's day. You can smell the Autumn in the air, the colours are different, the sky bluer.
After the 'laziness' of summer (I'm talking rethorically here, of course) September always brings a desire to tidy up, to prepare for the winter ahead, a need to sort out through accumulated stuff, stuff we don't need anymore, to stop and think. I long for warm clothes, gloves and dark nights. I can't wait for crunchy leaves underfoot when Lilli and I go for a walk.
For the moment the house is still around me. Clean, tidy. Still. The boys will be back in a few hours and the atmosphere will change dramatically I know so I'm enjoying this.
I sorted my fabric (oh the dust... the sneezing) and donated two huge backs to charity.
I made a long list (slightly daunting, urgh) of what I'd like to achieve this Autumn
I washed the floors, paid bills, made the spare room up for my dad is bringing the boys back
I got a new tyre for the car
I made a list of ufos but I already know I'll have to break the pledge I mady to myself to make a quilt for my best friend's baby (if that's not a good excuse, I don't know what is!)
a then I sat down in my freshly cleaned desk and read the new magazine 'The simple things' (from the makers of Molly Makes). The first issue is very good. Keep it up folks.
Do you think September is full of beginnings too?
Ahhhh the possibilities...
