Winter moon

I feel that autumn left us overnight, though some of my berberis is still golden. But the lethal black ice that covered our paths and the pavement last night and first thing this morning, and the heavy sleet showers that saw us going out for a walk after 4pm, to say nothing of the darkness - all that spoke of winter.

And if it was good to spot this little moon between the big trees around the old road at Benmore, it was even better to come home to a warm house and put on all the lights. How different that moon must look to someone with no home to go to.