'an almost toothless cat howls at the window...'

... and we are into our fourth month of embers. 

symmetrically, the other side of the winter solstice, and rising up into the new year, we will have the -uaries.

remind horsemouth to go around turning over the pages on the calendars. 

'an almost toothless cat howls at the window, outside it’s overcast and rainy...

for the first time some sunshine, and I thought to myself this will do you good, but now my shadow was lurking beside me and, because I was heading west, it was often in front of me as well. at noon, my shadow, it cowered there, creepingly, down around my legs, causing me in truth such anxiety. the snow has smothered a car, it was flat as a book...' - werner herzog, on walking in ice, 1st december 1974.

it is interesting how his characteristic way of speaking just emerges from the text. 

the black cat that visits is in remarkably good health. horsemouth thinks it left two dead mice as a gift (in an impressive state of decay). 

today a wander up the hill on the egg delivery and then horsemouth put up a poster at the village hall. 

up in the top field one of the  apple trees has blown over. most of the cooking apples have been shaken off the trees and those that haven't have been munched on by wasps (or whatever).  it was a good year for fruit but then the sheer weight of them caused branches to snap and other mishaps to befall. (ah well better luck next year). 

horsemouth thinks he has a cold coming. he has been watching various clips from pluribus which seems very interesting. (horsemouth has a fascination with people speaking in unison).  but isn't this the borg and the cybermen?