Much bedragglement...

.. I had fully intended to blip something other than a bee today. It turned out that a bee was the best image I had. 
There were lots of brown blobs underneath the (tired) herbs in the garden. All were bees, hanging on, looking exhausted and 'slow'. Like little upside down umbrellas, sheltering or resting? (I don't know). 

In the last couple of days the garden seems to be changing into its new coat. Unlike the children going back to school in a new coat that's too big, the garden's new apparel is the right size but a different hue. The bright pinks are fading and giving way to maroons, darker greens and browns.  

We lit a fire last night. (In the hearth. We haven't taken up arson). 
I do love the Autumn, but this year I'm somehow not ready to let go of the hopes of Summer. I have missed seeing the younger members of the family to the degree that my heart feels pierced. 
I am positive and count many blessings (often) but oh, sometimes this Social Distancing feels hard.

Onwards then, to Saturday evening. (And the daily telephone chats with the Elderlies who, bless their hearts, in their dementia (and Care Homes) believe that I have recently become too busy to go and see them. 
As if....).

I don't know why I'm feeling so melancholy today. 
I apologise.

I probably need a good brisk walk. 
That's tomorrow sorted then.