Feline Houdini is trying to eat the keyboard. Sun out - alas: Beloved was impatient last night because Granny tried to relieve horror of programme on US religious right - shades of the Handmaid's Tale - by rushing out hoping for more rain. In vain. There wasn't any- sound was wind. 'Why does it matter?Why do you need to know!' It does matter! the miracle of rains coming back to a dry place. Beloved's realism of course against g's romanticism.... A common theme. Strong light - wonderful shadows. Last evening, after the rains of the night before the hills on drive back from visit to Attic Woman looked almost fleshly; at the very least corporeal; every fold and wrinkle and delineated. Their bases sat on the land like huge and multiplied versions of Feline Houdini's paws.
Clock change. Nine o'clock in morning feels like 10. Lovely Beloved clashing around behind making breakfast - he has already this morning brought Granny coffee in bed. Granny has now to send Halloween Cards to computer literate grand-daughter. It feels chilly outside, despite sun. Autumn - for here - has arrived. Till later. Love to everyone. Grannyp