Holiday reading

I don't know what to write about...nothing in my head seems suitable to be read by anyone today. I give thanks that most of you are busy so it doesn't matter anyway.

I gave thanks for the changing weather, the calm blue sky at first making me grateful on behalf of walkers and seasonal dippers...and then the sound of the wind for those who like to skim the waves. Clouds gathering behind the bare tree tops.

For hearing from a couple of folk. For the smell of fresh tea bags when I opened a new packet. For a long hot bath. For reading the kind of undemanding novel you might take on a holiday. For starting a jigsaw...and generally doing little else at all...