Yesterday they began to plough the field behind our house.
And as I ran through The Thicks I heard it whispered on the wind, the wind that already sends the dry, crisp leaves spiralling to the ground.
The close of summer.
The final chapters.
It has gone too fast. Each year seems quicker.
So much not done, that bleached out golden field of wheaten stubble not gazed upon enough. Over too soon.
But it has been a good one. Long summer days. Garden camping, real life glamping, trips here and there. Visits from friends.
And we flew a few kites.
I have been away from the blog for so long and I have missed the excuse to reflect and pause but normal service is now resumed. I hope you are still out there reading and that your summers have been good?