According to the newspapers (not that I read them) we're going to have a hot, sunny week. Well not in these parts. It's looking decidedly overcast and quite frankly, I'm feeling rather chilly.
When the sun does come out it's just right: warm, but with that slight autumnal freshness to the air. And that's to be savoured. So the summer's almost over and it's been a good one. Not in an 'all things considered' kind of way because as you know there is an ever-present feeling of sadness which pervades our lives right now.
But still. Someone (who features prominently in these collages) brings us a lot of fun and many things to look forward to.
It's been a summer of walking: mornings, afternoons, evenings (sometimes all three in one day). Of trips to the mountains and the sea. And chickens - always chickens. Joe loves them. He talks about them constantly. I cannot collect him from nursery without firstly going on a chicken hunt around the village green.
There has been much exploring, both on the doorstep and further afield. Raspberry picking and ice cream eating. Picnics and bags of chips.
You know why there's a Part Two to follow this post: too many photos. I make no apologies for this. I love my camera and taking pictures, recording the little details of life. Right now I have a vase of rose hips on the table. Spiders seem to be appearing around every corner. There are spring bulbs in the kitchen ready to plant out, wood pigeons in the trees eating ripe elderberries and my thoughts are turning to my tin trunk full of yarn.
When it's freezing and the possibility of an evening walk seems like a distant memory I can look back through our summer photos and maybe get a little taste of what we did and where we went.
I hope you had a great summer, and that the transition of the seasons is something you enjoy as much as I do.