It is only the first week of August but I can smell autumn. There is an intangible scent in the air, too soon for rotting leaves and bonfires, but something different. It is too warm to sit outside this afternoon but I can sense it; perhaps there is a gradual change in the light, a shift in the shadows, leaves losing their vivid green, the sun’s waning power. Even the swallows seem to be preparing to migrate early this year, already gathering on the telegraph wires.
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Everything in front of my eyes says it’s summer – fields of sunflowers, green trees, vegetables and flowers in full bloom, grapes and plums not yet ripe but for me, right now, it feels more like September than August. We have another seven weeks of ‘summer’ before it is time to shut up the house for the winter but I can’t stop myself getting a bit restless now and counting down the days far too soon.
Thank goodness you still have everything in front of your eyes saying it is summer. Bloggers always start talking about Autumn way too early!
ReplyDeleteFelt more summery this afternoon - clear blue skies but early mornings are definitely autumnal.
DeleteI had that feeling too the other day - a subtle change that is imperceptible, but definitely there.
ReplyDeleteIt's just a sense isn't it?
DeleteYou will no longer be in the northern hemisphere when Autumn creeps in. Lucky you!
ReplyDeleteGreetings Maria x
Looking at my on-line Meteo I see plenty of hot sunny days to come. Please don't mention the 'A' word too soon.
ReplyDeleteCold mornings, hot days. Perfect for cycling.
DeleteAugust is the first month of Autumn here in Ireland and November the first Winter month.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't usually feel autumnal in this part of France until September/ October.
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