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<body><div>The leaves are nice, but if the Google dwarves had dug a bit deeper they might have found some more interesting images, as in this beautiful 'birthday' extract from the diary, 88 years ago to the day :<br></div>
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<div>Sunday 26 January 1930<br></div>
<div>I am 48: we have been at Rodmell — a wet, windy day again; but on my birthday we walked among the downs, like the folded wings of grey birds; & saw first one fox, very long with his brush stretched; then a second; which had been barking, for the sun was hot over us; it leapt lightly over a fence & entered the furze — a very rare sight. How many foxes are there in England?<br></div>
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<div>Foxes are of course flourishing today in London. Woolf would, I think, have enjoyed the recent TV shot of a fox slinking through Downing Street (on the day Boris took another side swipe at Theresa May.....).<br></div>
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<div><div>Margaret Tudeau-Clayton<br></div>
<div class="AppleOriginalContents"><div>On Jan 25, 2018, at 4:49 PM, Toni McNaron wrote:<br></div>
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<blockquote type="cite"><div bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><p>I come down on the side of those of us who are delighted to see
VW in a doodle that will be seen, even if for a few seconds, by
millions of people. As for the doodle itself, I like the color of
the leaves and Virginia's blouse. It's subtle and haunting as a
shade. Like Diana Swanson, I also thought about <i>The Years</i>,
especially one introduction to an autumn when leaves were being
violently blown about by heavy winds.<br></p><p>Toni McNaron<br></p></div>
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