Went and looked at my stats which gloomily confirm what I suspected all along, that I'm slowly but surely putting on weight. In spite of the wide and inexplicable day-to-day fluctuations, overall I add about a pound a month. This is probably post-65 metabolism and annoying. Am not prepared to cut out my daily lattes and croissant but can't think what else to cut.
The cherry tree, which two years ago dropped all its leaves by mid-September, is currently thinking about changing colour at October's end; and the neighbour cherry is not much farther on. Meanwhile the heart-lifting yellow whatever across the street is half bare, which makes me sad. Classic post-hot-summer greenness reigns; we may only hope the snow doesn't begin in November, before the leaves fall, as it did in (shudder) 2007.
