The nights getting shorter. Autumn is arriving early,
or so the experts are suggesting. The cycle continues like the Church
calendar. Each year follows the same pattern in new and different ways; the
new and the familiar threading together to make a new piece of material in the
patchwork of our lives.
My son and his friend went berrying yesterday, gathering blackberries and
whinberries. I asked them if they were making jam, 'No', they replied, 'We're
making wine.' This will be the second lot; I hadn't realised they had already
joined the birds in helping themselves to the elderberries from the back
garden. Hope it tastes good.