The nights getting shorter. Autumn is arriving early, or so the experts are suggesting. The cycle continues like the Church calendar. Each year follows the same pattern in new and different ways; the new and the familiar threading together to make a new piece of material in the patchwork of our lives.
My son and his friend went berrying yesterday, gathering blackberries and whinberries. I asked them if they were making jam, 'No', they replied, 'We're making wine.' This will be the second lot; I hadn't realised they had already joined the birds in helping themselves to the elderberries from the back garden. Hope it tastes good.
