Today felt more like deep November than October autumn. It was raining, sleet, windy, and generally very unpleasant. But oh well, the walk must be completed, and the birds, of which there are more and more feeding, must be done.

The main avenue in Silesian Park has been dug up, and nothing is happening. The giraffe, which was supposed to be given a new life in March, remains sheltered by scaffolding, and nothing is happening either. It looks tragic for the coming winter.

Autumn is still holding out, and I'm hoping for an Indian summer, as the greenery is quite lush. Apparently, it's supposed to warm up next week, so we'll see.

For now, we have to traipse along wet paths with umbrellas in hand. That's the climate we're in.