We are going to town this morning. We have made out a list and checked the order of errands, culminating in Charles' visit to the ophthamologist for his second eye injection, which he assures me is nothing more than a faint little 'pinchy' feeling, and I take him at his word and hope it will do all the things that the doctor says it will in preserving his vision.
As I get ready to go my own vision is all too sharp. I am paying somewhat more attention to my face than I usually do when I notice, to my horror, a new wrinkle amongst all the others that I try valiantly to ignore. This one is across the bridge of my nose, and as I crinkle up my face to try to figure out how it arrived I see before me a real witch's face!!!! Has Halloween come early and have I been bewitched? Horrors!!!! But no, I uncrinkle my face, and there are all the old familiar 'character' lines, and I resolve that I will try to stay as serene as possible so the new wrinkle won't get any deeper!
I read a query recently to the effect that if God wanted women to have wrinkles, why didn't he arrange for them to appear on just the soles of their feet.....I thought that was a good question, deserving of a good answer.....
On the way to the City Charles is driving and I am taking pictures, but on the way back the late afternoon sun lights the trees so that they are glowing and I am not clever enough to take pictures while I drive. But I do nourish my love for autumn.....
We visit the garden shop where I buy some amaryllis to have for Christmas, and a few hyacinth's to make February brighter. While there I take this picture of a lovely two toned tree
and a wagon of pretty fall pansies, which I resisted.
An endearing day (except for the new wrinkle) but now it is time to go and do bedtime chores and say goodnight.