Just a Cake

Another day, another cake. And why not? I've used up the plums and nectarines before they had a chance to go squishy. I could pretend it was a celebration of course. Winning at the golf this morning maybe or getting a shiny new lock on the stair door after the lad downstairs broke his key in it or even just the Equinox. Maybe not that last one, shouldn't be happy about the days getting shorter.