Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade...
(September, 1819 - William Wordsworth)
We are being blessed with an Indian Summer at the moment - the summer that we did not get earlier in the year - with temperatures up to 29C in some parts of the country. But 'the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness' is also approaching. It was a beautiful sight, at 6.30 am this morning, of the sheep in the 'top field' slowly becoming visible as the mist lifted.
Here are just a few images of the last few days, as I have enjoyed the small pleaures of this time of the year