It is such a lovely day that I decided to spend the morning in the garden, practising that almost lost art of letter-writing. Look, a real pen! Almost all my communicating is done via telephone or email these days, the only handwritten messages seem to be birthday and Christmas cards.
With no delete key or spell checker, one has to be really careful when writing a letter by hand, especially when using this beautiful parchment, a gift from my daughter. I found myself picturing my brother on his Greek island, sitting on his patio overlooking the Aegean and that inspired me to make Devon sound just as interesting and beautiful. At least I tried.
There are definite signs of autumn approaching: the virginia creeper is beginning to turn red. I love that very brief period when it dominates the garden before shedding its leaves.