You know, this city place of ours - the office is a more appropriate name, and I vow, as of this very moment, to refer to it only as such for ever more - is a dark, cold place. Sure, home - by which I mean the country - is colder technically (by at least 5 degrees regularly, or so the themometer tells me), but down here in Melbourne, you can feel the vitamin d draining away with each step taken across the threshold. Today is sunny out, but you'd never know. Counting the days to the Solstice? Hell yes.
Persimmon season seemed all too brief this year. Probably my highly over-active imagination playing tricks, but I would have liked more nonetheless. P'raps there's still time. (?)
Am making a lusty looking bottle of the pear liqueur in Diana Henry's Salt, Sugar, Smoke, and really wishing I'd bought the UK copy of the book rather than accidentally buying the US version. (Also, faffing while I should be doing something else that is rather important, but the cold got under my skin this afternoon).