One swallow does not make a summer

But two might …. just!  However, I think these two have a spot of overseas travel in mind.

The light has changed in the last few days, especially in the morning.  Late summer flowers are still beautiful but the tawny colours of autumn are beginning to become evident along the drive.  

I love convolvulus.  It's a delicate flower, but a robust plant which winds itself around anything in its path.  It was one of my mother's favourite wild flowers.  She loved plants with arrow-shaped leaves.  On a visit to Bermuda, she was particularly taken with the vibrant, sky blue, morning glory which romped its way along all the roadsides and over everything that didn't move.  I think our pure white version is equally appealing.

The combine harvesters are busy at the moment, working late into the evenings, but they still have acres of crops to harvest around here.

When Tilly and I were walking past this field this morning, I was puzzled by little crackly sounds coming from the field.  I bent down to listen and the crop was definitely popping!  It sounded like a bowl of Rice Krispies …. snap, crackle and pop!  Never heard that before. 

It's still early days for berries and autumny things like conkers, but I am pleased to see there are some good elderberries ripening on the bushes.  I used up the last of some elderberry vinegar a couple of days ago, so I shall able to make some more before too long!  

Summer has been a bit short for me!  I had five weeks of winter right in the middle of it all, so these early signs, of one season moving gently into the next, are a bit too soon for my liking. Having said that, I love all the seasons and the changes they bring to the countryside, so I'm not really complaining.  Each season brings its treats.