What little colour is left…

… Is still doing it’s best.

I wait every autumn for the sedum (which I love).. This year it seemed over all too quickly.

I took a phone call earlier, from an old (the oldest probably?) friend. It removed me from the Christmas card writing with perfect timing.
Most years I write the cards (like a woman possessed) and then the letter-writing part hangs over me like the sword of Damacles.

This year (after the phone call) I wrote the letters first… (Because the cards HAVE to be written, right?? They shall be done, even if I stay up one night to do them).
So, despite having not written a single card yet, I feel as though I just might be winning.

We’ll see.