Here's something I enjoyed today while reading Alan Bennett's monologue, The Last of the Sun. Dolly, an old woman in a nursing home is speaking:
".... Mr Pilling says. ' A grand-looking woman, your daughter."
I said,'You're not alone in that opinion.'
'Why,' he says, 'who else thinks so?"
I said, 'she does' ".
Walking in the sun on a cold day and feeling a hint of the warmth it has in store for the future.
A beech sapling in the Grove still hangs on to some of its leaves; they are a rich, copper colour, but dry as bones; they rustle noisily in the wind.