on a still autumn day:
- Rosie, grazing contendedly under the trees.
- Ben, crunching on a windfall apple.
- Ben, leaving when I come to catch him, but half way round the track stopping and turning back towards me.
- Alice, never far away when I am with the ponies.
Then there is the apple cake we had for tea, baking with my girls in the kitchen, the “last daisy” picked by my youngest for my husband and the silence and stillness all around that autumn brings.