Mud! Ah yes, I remember

Those of us with the good sense to get out into the countryside to do our training have been so spoilt this summer with the weather.

So many lovely warm days and really when you think back over the summer months very little bad weather.

We have an abundance of wonderful woods and downland to train run in, or mountain biking if you prefer.

So, after a summer that has been so dry that we have hardly had to deviate off the tracks to avoid any puddles,

even though in fact, one of our mile measurement spots, on one of our run routes is in fact,

during the winter months, a large puddle, but that has been bone dry all summer long.

The shape of the dip was still apparent though.

 

So I guess that as far as mud is concerned, we have had it coming for some time.

Bit like President Trump testing positive for Covid wouldn’t you say?

All those months, when he has played the whole thing down, almost never wearing a mask.

Even at the press meetings, when he has been shoulder-to-shoulder with his senior staff members,

to report on how the pandemic was spreading and how people should be prepared.

 

So the latest news from the White House is hardly a shock to anybody.

It has been a period when we must all have raised our eyebrows, simply wondering how he has not managed picked up the virus.

One would think that given his age of 74, that somebody on the White House staff,

would have explained to the President of the United States,

that the age factor and being just a little overweight, would place him in an at risk group.

However I personally I would say that he certainly looks strong, upright and resilient.

 

Meanwhile it looks like ‘Storm Alex’ will fix any smugness we had left.

He now sets about wrecking as many tress as possible.

That won’t take long in filling that big old puddle on the top of a hill that is a turn point for us on one of the 10km runs we do regularly include. 

So Welcome Autumn,

in your coat of many colours,

its good to see you.

Admiring your ever-changing beautiful face

‘til the trees all turn to thick black lace.

 

Another short rhyme that even my husband knows is this little gem:

Thirty days hath September,

All the rest I can’t remember.

Do not feel sorry at sweet summers end

Do not mourn the soft falling of the leaves

As one door slams, one slides ajar my friend.

 

Do not regret the loss of sun kissed days

When Summer’s shimmering smile starts to fade

Nature consults us not, on her set ways.

 

Do not forget sun’s diamond cut facets

Reflections in a long-mirrored hallway

High summer’s myriad floral assets.

 

Of Octobers quicker, darkening days

Is born Autumn’s golden rusty-brown glow

A show-stopping miracle as trees sway.

 

Glory upon glory thru’ Winter’s trend

Do not feel sorry at sweet Summers end.