UK – Page 69 – don't confuse the narrator

every second counts

This weekend we changed the clocks for the end of British Summertime and in yesterday’s post I suggested that this must mean that Autumn has now, finally, begun.

On further consideration, though, I note that there is no equivalent official season to BST; there isn’t even a “British Wintertime”. We’re now in an officially mandated no-man’s season between the governmentally assigned summers that last approximately six months.
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are we there yet?

Never mind the blackberries and michaelmas daisies, the conkers and chrysanthemums, the reddening maples, yellow leaves crunching like cornflakes underfoot and whirling like russet butterflies overhead, Autumn must be the most confusing of the seasons when it comes to saying when it actually begins.
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no thoughts, but flowers

I’ve written and re-written that title, putting the comma in, then taking it out, then putting it back. Flowers instead of thoughts, or thoughts of nothing except flowers? I guess if I knew which I meant, I’d know which I should have written.

a little light poetry

Last Thursday was National Poetry Day in the UK, so I am feeling very guilty that I haven’t got around to posting a poem to mark the occasion.

It wasn’t simply that my head has been too full of wispy clouds to focus. Even on Saturday, a day when I usually post, I was busy, not just with the usual domestic nonsenses, but also preparing to present the guest poets at an evening of readings at the local bookshop and community centre.
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after michaelmas

The Michaelmas daisies have been in flower for weeks, but that’s a poor excuse for having completely forgotten that it was Michaelmas – the Feast of St Michael and all Angels – on September 29th.
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