...and 'B' is for Brrr....but for heaven's sake it's still only August.
That's what the calendar says but it does seem chilly and autumnal here...something about the tiredness of foliage and the cool dankness of the morning air. Leaves are changing colour - horsechestnut and hazel in particular are already tinged with russet and gold.
So here I am anticipating an evening in front of a roaring log burner with a snoring
bull terrier at my feet. We've noticed that the light
levels have dropped. Last evening it was dark at 8.30. Sigh. Where has my summer gone?
There are compensations; our trees are laden with fruit; apples and pears and plums in variety.
The local hedgerows (at least those which haven't been 'brushed' to
within an inch of their lives) promise a rich harvest of blackberry and
sloe. This bounty is due to a frost-free spring of course - anyone
remember those balmy and unnatural April days which gave way to a cool damp May?
I find myself wondering as we had December's snow in November, May's weather in April and now this early autumn, have the seasons become so distorted that we'll find ourselves knee-deep in snow in October. That isn't a thought I'm going to dwell on.
I shall go and pick blackberries instead.