It’s early, really early, but the osmanthus is unmistakeably blossoming somewhere, gorgeously, tonight. There are strong balmy winds, the tailblaze of somebody else’s typhoon, and there is a buffeted, cottony slip drift, somewhere, of apricot, floral steaminess.
The Autumn most certainly does have its compensations.
Neil where have you gone??? Its over 2 weeks since you posted anything… whats going on???