|Chinese lanterns beginning to glow|
Nobody on the road
nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
the summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets,
the sun goes down alone
Don Henley, The Boys of Summer
We had some glorious weeks of summer, but the air has turned and the Autumn wind has begun to pull her amber bejewelled blanket over the land. The dew is heavier in mornings and it is dark before we have dinner. The glow of Chinese Lanterns has appeared between the foliage of summer flowers. Summer is gone.
We watched the last Butterflies taking nectar from our Buddleia bushes. Some only visit us here in England, they cannot survive the winters and die at summer's end. The Bees too have gone down in numbers, it seems silent without their gentle buzzing. The Swifts left us last month, House Martins and Swallows struggle on through the rainy colder days with their last broods before their farewell gathering and journey to South Africa.
|Our tiny Dragons are leaving the pond to chose stones for hibernation.|
|Mrs Black soaks up the last of the sunshine|
|This years Hollyhocks were glorious|
And us? We begin to gather our woollens, light the lamps and get out the books we plan to read in our winter nests.