As she pottered about with her toys while I washed dishes, my daughter said, “You're just like Moominmamma”. It's up there with the best compliments I've ever received (and definitely beats, “You reverse like a man” from a few days before).
Although it has to be said, that this week, I feel less Moominmamma and more Hemulen. Or perhaps a neurotic Fillyjonk.
The leaves are falling. They litter the ground, just begging to be walked through and kicked in the air. Young mink, heading out to find a patch of land to call their own have killed all but three of our ducks. Days are getting shorter. The bracken is dying back. It was 5°c the other morning. So it's true, Autumn has arrived. As it does every year yet still catches me off guard.