. . . overcast, and the ground, laden with fallen leaves and autumn's full arrival, despite somewhere [and secretly] hoping that summer would, perhaps, last even a minute longer, but, as it is, shall embrace the cosiness of tweed blazers with soft . . .
. . . weekend again, and still-lingering thoughts of the past week, of dinners among chandeliers and marble and time...
. . . another whirlwind week has come and gone and this weekend is tall boots and fallen leaves, brisk...