Sunny September days continue but there is a nip in the early morning air. The light has changed. The garden is swathed in September, relishing the final bursts of warmth but slowly slipping into Autumn.
The sweet peas continue to bloom and the kitchen is full of their perfume from just this small bunch.
Flower beds are still a riot of colour - cosmos, daisies, roses and all the Summer bedding blown on a brisk breeze.
Owing to the craziness of our seasons, they have been joined by primroses, in flower months before they should be. A primrose next to a pelargonium just doesn't seem right, somehow!
I am making the most of the final days of Summer washing curtains and rugs that will line dry quickly. Checking wood supplies. Making lists for C...... well you know!!
There will be a final jolly to Calamity Jane in Dorset. A few days of coastal walks and then the caravan will be packed up for Winter (unless October has a warm weekend or two!) There are two parties in September to look forward to.
So, much to look forward to and enjoy but Summer is certainly slipping away.