The winds are changing. In my childhood that meant Mary Poppins might be unfolding her umbrella and taking off to an adventure elsewhere. She never actually came to my house. I did not have such sweetmeats as nannies and private schools and large lovely homes in London. I was not the poorest urchin on the block, but certainly not the richest.
Now I am have just come back from a large shopping trip to buy food and drink for my husband’s small birthday gathering tonight, and
I feel the toasty day giving way to breezes, the grapes falling off the vine, and the end of the
fruits in my garden. I feel rich….and unlike the Banks children I do not look in the sky for the
soaring figure with the umbrella. I look to grown up delights of autumn…we shall be travelling and I will change my genre of writing…
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