Soft summer evenings have slipped into crisper sharper evenings.
Glimpses of woodland creatures delight.
Mist lingers over the rivers and reservoirs - giving an air of mystery and seasonal decay.
Fruits ripen and hedgerows lose their bright summery foliage for a more weathered tweed shaded hues.
'Thistle-faeries' (aka sugar stealers) float on warm air.
Fields take on crisp card brown colours as crops dry and wait for harvesting.
Leaves have started to fall and ever increasing piles of them collect in corners.
Rose hips swell and redden, haw buds ripen and turn crimson.
Seed heads rattle in the light breeze.
Woodlands take on a different scent - one of damp and gentle decay.
Mushrooms quietly multiply in the fields.
Wood smoke lightly lingers on the evening air as a few tentative woodburners are lit in the village.
Hills start to glow under a purple haze of heathers.
Rowan trees bend under the weight of their berries.
Autumn has a gentle charm - a precursor to winter's keen-edged frame.
Autumn - what are your thoughts?
Love or hate it - it has a distinctive feel about it in the air - can you feel it?
A turning of the seasons, the completion of a cycle - ready for the next one.
Go on, share your thoughts xx
Love hawthorn xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx