Windy and hot weekend, wrote and rewrote fiction non-fiction, reviews and grocery shopping lists. In the early mornings now there is a hint of autumn: the reddening berries on the pyracantha and cotoneaster bushes, plectranthus sending up white and lilac spires, a hint of woodsmoke drifting across the valley.
The nights are warm and clear. When friends come around we light a fire, carry out hurricane lamps into the garden. To live with firelight and candle flame is magic. When the coals are all that is left of the fire and the candles have guttered, we sit and look up at the stars and moon overhead. I have noticed how many of us in recovery discover a closeness to nature and a simplicity of lifestyle that we did not know or want to know before. Another unforeseen gift of the new life.