What is it that evokes memories? Is it our sense of smell, or a feeling that creeps upon us unnoticed in our busy day until it bursts forth, flooding our memory with a long forgotten incident.  Maybe we see something that, although new, looks like something we’ve seen…

Autumn is coming, that season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.  I could feel its whisper in the air this morning.  An almost imperceptible cooling, probably caused by a lot of this: And this: And yesterday we had a little more of this: And this: And what is it…