Now that the terrible heatwave has gone, our days have still been warm, we've continued to swim, and most of our mornings now look like the misty picture below.
In fact our mornings now look like Autumn, smell like Autumn, and feel like Autumn. The Autumn aroma here is delicious. The air smells fresh, earthy, and full of promise. It will soon be September, and that is exactly how our September early mornings should be.
The Sunflower heads are slowly drying, the Maize is looking good, and no doubt the sound of gunfire from the Chasseurs, and the sight of mushroom hunters with large baskets, is not too far off also.
The trees are full of fruit. We now have mountains of Peaches, more Figs than we could ever eat, Grapes, and Apples and Pears by the barrow-load. And all that, just as we're about to leave.
Normally I'd be bottling and freezing, but there's little point. In fact my days of preserving for the Winter are over.
My first sight in the mornings is now of mist hanging over the distant trees. I find it quite nostalgic and invigorating. The seasons change, and another one is just beginning.