Transition

The weather today was damp.  Not wet, not drizzly, not raining; just drearily damp.  I thought about going out and do some gardening - lots still to do.  But it was damp.

The damp was associated with mist.  And in the mist cut Xmas trees were being wrapped and loaded onto their trailers for transport to France.  They will bring joy in the coming weeks.  I wished them well.

And on this damp, misty day I turned my attention to inside jobs.  I circulated the magazine of holiday snaps before venturing out for a possible blip.  The seed head of an allium was in transition.  Like me.  And the weather.