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Early November and all is strange on the farm.   For the first time I remember, we have had a hard frost before the trees have completely turned.   As a consequence, the huge mulberry in the courtyard and the lilac look very sick indeed.   Green leaves all frost bitten and black. And drooping.

On the train out I drew up my list; and it included picking up fallen leaves all over the courtyard gravel. Instead they are clinging to the tree. I will ponder what to do with that later.

For now it’s feeding the fire with logs, sorting out the potting shed, trying to get Artur to sit on my lap, and taking painkillers.

We brought the flu with us.   Broken night, heads throbbing and I’m just hoping my dose is mild. I have too much to do.