My mac tells me that we're only 1 degree shy of snowflakes on our balcony. Brrrrr. Although my body disagrees, autumn has to be one of the best times of the year. The trees are sumptuous. At the park, I sit still and hold my breath so as not to stir these fragile trees, watching silently the leaves that float to my feet. After my mind has wandered off to a hundred places, I walk slowly to savour the crackling under my feet. I let my red nose lead me to a cup of hot chocolate and see what Jeeves and Bertie are up to.
