I heard a blackbird sing

It was so very quiet when I walked the lanes with Nella this morning.    Autumn is such a mellow season, in fact, it is my favourite.   Trees slowly give way to their seasonal gown, fungi appear, and beautiful seedheads decorate wildflowers.   
The cooler weather gives me a Spring in my step.     I wonder what weather lies ahead for the winter..............

A quiet mind St Basil the Great (329 - 79) Turkey.

You must strive for a quiet mind.   If the eyes are perpetually restless, they cannot appreciate a beautiful object set before them: they glance this way and that, and so fail to discern the subtlety of the object's form and colour.    Equally, if the mind is perpetually restless, distracted by a thousand worldly concerns, it cannot apprehend the truth.

I walk the garden, it is early morning.   How I love the approach of autumn. Everything seems so much softer.   The shadows stretch across the lawn.   The robins are singing again, wrens twitter amongst the hedgerow.   I find myself smiling as I think of you, and yet my heart aches.    I miss you Dad.