November garden

I spent most of yesterday reading Ali Smith’s Autumn. I finished it very early this morning/late last night which today has left me feeling a bit at a loose end. I’ve only got one library book left and R is now reading that. As an alternative to downloading another kindle book I passed the afternoon cross stitching (should be half way through by Christmas I reckon) and simultaneously watching Schitt’s Creek, the loopiest funniest thing I have watched for ages, perhaps ever.
This indulgence meant I got very little exercise and the blip are the flowers in one of the gardens on the way to the small Morrison’s, which although somewhat limited in range makes up for in customer engagement, the security chap is so cheery. Earlier in the summer there used to be a garden on Shawmoss Road with several chickens and I noticed today they had disappeared.