The wind is blowing quite a gale
And summer's looking rather frail.
There's icy pellets at my door
And strangers lying on the shore.
Did I see autumn rushing through?
Has winter pushed and jumped the queue?
Goodbye summer 2014... you were great.
In other news...
Pat survived market day
so I get to keep her for another month
but her best mate went to a new home.
I told him not to peak too soon
but he wouldn't listen
and now he's gone...
Crafty ways make seasonal days.