Strolling around the garden, watching Autumn move in, Summer still packing up a few items (the Darlow's Enigma roses, top photo, some honeysuckle, hardy fuschia, nasturtiums still blooming madly). Rich, deep, warm colours as the leaves play their swan song, shiny berries, swelling rose hips...
I also made plans for a few posts over the next few days, uploading photos, considering possibilities, writing a word or two.
In fact, when I look over this catalogue of my weekend activities, I would have to acknowledge the rightness of my Grandpa's well-loved saying, "A change is as good as a rest." Funny, isn't it, that some kinds of Busy can replenish and restore. For me, stepping back and being conscious about my choice-making from time to time, even if I exert that Choice with a certain amount of defiance, lets me feel better about stepping back into the rushing stream. Which I will do first thing tomorrow morning (honestly, I suppose I've been dipping a toe all weekend as I write out notes for classes and underline my way through pages of reading I've assigned -- but because I felt that was my choice, it somehow felt energizing rather than tiring).
And you? Did the weekend refresh? I'm curious, too, about those of you who are retired -- does the weekend still influence the shape of your days? Or is it all weekend, all the time? Or a mix from active to resting, work to leisure in a healthier ratio than the Monday-to-Friday gig?