Home sweet home. 25/09/2016

However much food I leave out for the birds every time I go away,nothing seems enough. There is never a single seed left in the feeding bowl. So the very first thing I do when I return is feed the little blighters. And the big blighters,the squirrels,the pigeons and no doubt even the odd cat. And this time there weren't any feathers in the garden,so the ugly muggy didn't dine on any of the little hopalongs. The first thing I used to do on my every return was to water the plants. Now it is the second. There are always some pots that have dried out and I discard them with sorrow. But life is what it is. Something must die before something else begins to live. The weather has been glorious since Wednesday. With autumn upon us a kind of sadness descends on me now and then. It never lasts long. I love autumn. It is my favourite season. And for a good reason. The smell of burning leaves can win a fight with any Hermes perfume. And Hermes IS my favourite brand. Only today a lady [I detected a South African accent] told me in my local Waitrose that my perfume smelled wonderful and what the name of it was,her husband urged her to ask! It is green in colour and the name is-something, something du toit, I said. Good enough she said, I will find it. Typical me. I never pay attention to little details.