I thought..

'This'll'
....do for a blip.
Giant thistles, all but dying now.

The landscape is definitely changing colour now, russets beginning to appear.
Geese are on the move. When I hear them I have to pay attention as they can sound rather like a far-off playground of children's high pitched voices. Their flight is like an orchestrated form meandering from straight lines to arrow-heads guiding them along an unseen path.

Tonight I'll be sleeping in a brand new bed. I can't just plonk myself down on it, it's so high I have to hoist myself up onto it. Let's hope I don't fall out, it seems a long way to fall.