I have been slowly descending into a mid-life madness. Surely it has reached its peak by now? It seems the sole purpose of my existence is to keep up this blog. There is little else in my life right now. I am running out of things to sustain your interest and my interest. I sometimes post things which I know are a bad idea (like this post) possibly to invoke a response or a reaction, like the poem that I posted a few days ago. During a conversation about blogging I told my son that I had put a poem on my blog that was quite depressing which had received little comment and he said 'People don't want to read things like that. They want to be cheered up, not brought down.' I know what he says is true but I am not feeling particularly cheery right now.
I spent ages in the garden this morning looking for colour or something of interest to post. There was nothing - and then the angels above caught my eye. I liked the image of the fallen angels among the spent and decaying leaves. They summed up how I was feeling.
When this suffocating dark cloak has been lifted I will blog again. I don't want to drag you down into the mire with me.