There must be some special law of entropy governing the plastic food containers that I seem to be constitutionally unable to throw away, despite the fact that more of them accumulate than I can possibly ever re-use. They gather in unruly, chaotic heaps, bottoms without lids, lids without bottoms, in the kitchen cupboard amongst the cast iron casseroles, ceramic baking dishes, mixing bowls, funnels and colanders. Their propensity to disorder must be partly a result how light they are, and the number of different shapes they come in. However, today I tidy them up into matching stacks, with their matching lids, and at least manage to reduce the volume of cupboard space they take up. It can't last, I know, it's just not in their nature to behave, but it is, for the moment, a pleasure to behold.
I rather like this calm, patient, autumnal rain. Just now it suits me.