I sat in this tree only a few weeks ago here.
When Mrs Autumn was busy dressing the land in her bright tweeds and earthy plaids.
Before the snow fell and Madame Winter put on her white fur coat and started to blow in our ears with icy whispers. Making us forget Ms Summer and long for Miss Spring.
Speaking of which, I am about to receive my Grandmother's silver fox fur cape.
Then I can compete with Madame Winter. Perhaps ask her in for a glass of whiskey by the fire and compare diamonds.