Newly returned, I note the dew on my lawn in Lakeland this morning. A slightly sharper air. The soil-scent of Autumn is present, albeit that the morning dewdrops will soon glisten awhile in still very warm sunshine, and then take flight until tonight.
Autumn is lovely in Lakeland – and in the beautiful Edinburgh that will have turned quite golden by the time I’m there again next month. I’m aware toward summer’s end of a slight attendant melancholy with the turning of the seasons – whilst simultaneously revelling in the different beauties that each new season brings.