I’ve seen a change in my response to seasonal markers. At one time I found them comfortable and even energising because they were footprints on the road to an exciting and seemingly endless future. Ah, but then a day comes when intimations of mortality settle in the mind and take root. And from that day forth, the seasonal markers take on quite a different significance.
So have a silly ditty from Mr and Mrs Omnia. They call it Eddy the Squirrel, since it was Eddy’s ubiquitous presence on their woodland walks that gave genesis to the piece. I think it should be called The Squirrel’s Lament.