I’ve been meaning to get a new pair of slippers since the start of summer, but just never got around to it. What need? When the temperature is warm enough, walking around either house or garden barefoot is no hardship.

But as August slipped away like a bottle of wine (how I love Taylor Swift!) it began to be clear that hot, warm or even tepid temperatures were not going to last forever. I refuse to consider heating before the end of October, so any lowering temperature now will have to be dealt with by an extra pullover, a crocheted shawl around the shoulders and socks or slippers on my feet.

I’ve been treated to a new pair, which arrived yesterday, just in time for the sun to burst out, the ambient temperature to rise and the goldening leaves to remind me that often this month has the most beautiful weather: warm, but not too warm, with rays of sunshine that tickle rather than torture and a slow slide toward shorter, darker nights after the equinox.

What matter to me? Bring it on: Indian summer, Icelandic blast. I have grey slippers and Plans. What do you reckon? Red poppies, or white daisies?

I’d love to think I had time and patience enough to embroider a flower meadow on my feet… But realistically I may never even manage the lazy daisies of my childhood. No mind. The idea that I could, if I wanted to, will do.