
Trees are beginning to put on their vibrant colours before the leaves fall... which reminds me of the poem by Jenny Joseph...
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
Witha red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on thepavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick al;ong the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other peoples' gardens
And learn to spit.
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But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Love that!
The view from the top of the Sychnant Pass looking down to the Menai Straits... quite spectacular.

1 comment:
I love the autumn colors and it's lovely to see the Bodnant, but I think my favorite part of this post is the poem. Hurrah for crone-dom! Blessings, Catherine
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