It's not like it's been raining relentlessly... It's not like it's been depressing and horrible and wet and dark every hour of every day... Yes, we had a heck of a blistering summer, but autumn had more bright days than not. All the same, there's a note of melancholy all over... Is it me alone? Is it the economy? Is it the world situation? Or maybe it's the Zombie Apocalypse. Or the Fiscal Cliff. Or the Mayan Calendar. Could it be the thought that another year just fizzed away? The happy me has been replaced by a moody moi. A moi like the protagonist of a black and white French film. This too shall pass, I'm sure, but in the meantime, dark thoughts will crop up and dark pictures will find their way into my camera, my garden, my world. Little Red Riding Hood will encounter the big bad wolf in the forest... Oh, snap out of it, you old and tough little gardener, you're not a temptingly delicious morsel anymore!
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