Just went to the gym this morning - outside it was rainy, cold and I almost regretted that my downy feather coat is at the dry cleaner's. (Well - not really - I was completely surprised, as every year, when I stemmed down the boxes with summer clothes from the high wardrobes: enough to protect me).
This at least I have learned in the last years: before running into a shop to buy a new white jackett, I have to LOOK into those boxes --- often there slumber already two or three jacketts and look as fresh as Sleeping Beauty when I kiss them back to life :-)
Our streets became green jungles over night - still - and here I use a word I learned from Rosemary - cladded in "chartreuse" - but quickly changing into routine-green.
And the beautiful chestnuts - so much a symbol of time for me - for time hurrying by (yes, yes, turn around and there lie brown gleaming chestnurs on the pavement!) - and yet also a symbol for life being a circle, coming up reliably with beauty in all four seasons.