Shrivelling Nicely

[muninnhuginn]

The rowan berries (tho' the way the joints are feeling today, it could be me too) have started to dry out to the extent that the length of the strand is now a good inch less than it was. The berries are becoming a wrinkly, but deep red as opposed to the vivid near orange.

We've finished reading An Enemy at Greene Knowe so maybe we won't need the charms and protections. I'm amazed Looby Loo hasn't been scared by it: there's a real sense of house and garden under siege from a malign outsider that made me quite uneasy reading it to her, despite the consistent pleasure in reading aloud such evocative, poetic writing (probably considered old-fashioned and over written for children now). We've only The Stones to go and that's the whole not quite a series in the usual sense finished. Unless we do the usual and start at the beginning again straight away.