I love clouds like this, wispy things like the silky fur of a dog.
Even better when a flock of starlings rush across the sky.
A couple of weeks ago Imogen lost her toy cat, Kitty. It went everywhere with her and she’s never been able to sleep without it.
When they got home after an afternoon at the allotment, she realised she hadn’t got Kitty. They went searching. They had narrowed down where she’d been lost to a very small area, but when they looked, there was no sign of her.
Imogen was heartbroken. The next morning, friends and family searched again. A photo of Kitty went up on Facebook and lots of lovely people were keeping an eye out for her, even friends from far away (thank you Suz and Julie).
Next time she came to my house, she had a rag doll under her arm where Kitty used to be and such a sad little face. Normally she bounces in, full of smiles. She’s only just five and I think when you’re that small and you lose something that has been such a huge part of your life, it is a bereavement of sorts.
Not only was a physical search going on, but also an internet one (her dad spent ages scouring the webwaves) and a few days later Imogen received a parcel.
Apparently Father Christmas was here on his holidays, soaking up some rays when he found Kitty all forlorn and lost. He picked her up and took her home, handing her to the elves who gave her a good wash and a new collar.
She was then posted home and our happy little girl was back.
Last night there was a ring around the moon. This morning it feels chilly and really autumnal. There’s a definite whiff of change in the air and much as I dislike the final quarter of the year, it felt kind of nice.