The Scottish summer may be late arriving and soon gone but when it's with us it's simply wonderful. Overnight it has rained, heavily, but this morning we've got sunshine and a hint of warmth. Swollen by the season the wheat and barley fields have finally turned from green to gold . Harvesting can't be far off.
Twenty large, well fed, geese fly honking overhead. They're heading south. The first departures of the year. We wish them well and stand watching them slowly disappear down the coast. Whisper it softly but when the geese head away Autumn can't be far behind. The swallows are still here but they fly with that that pent up staccato energy that hints that they too are packing their bags. In less than two weeks the local youngsters will be starting their first day of the new school year. In three weeks the first of the fresh cohort of undergraduates will be arriving. A lot of new chapters are going to be written in this coming month. Soon three village toddlers will be starting primary school. Their 'first time' mothers already on tenterhooks. On the track down to the shore we startle the young buck that has made this his territory. He heads off through the barley carefully following the path made by the tractor tyres. Thunderstorms are forecast for later this morning.
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What a lovely modern take on an old song.
On such days, the turning of the year is very apparent and rather poignant.
The yelllow cats are rather jolly.
Still high summer here and very hot. Our autumn is such a fleeting affair that we'd welcome a more leisurely approach to the change in seasons.
Hari Om
Good to see at least a small pig, the more traditional item for Wemyss wear. Those cats might frighten a burglar. The thunder is over Edinburgh just now though nothing as fearsome as predicted. Yet. YAM xx
Incoming lecture…. There are many Wemyss Ware cats )I own three). Even a yellow one with hearts; albeit not that particularly “striking” shade. And that pig is not a Wemyss “shape”. Having said that, I love Griselda Hill, and also own a number of her pieces
Our swallows have already departed. It's so hot, I hope they are OK, wherever they are flying. Even though we are having the hottest days of the summer just now, we can feel autumn approaching and see it in the evening sky. Of course, with autumn comes rain, and I have been trying unsuccessfully to persuade friends from Taiwan that the latter half of November may not be the best time to visit southern France.
Lisa in F - In comparison with Scotland latter half of November will still be better in S of France.
I like the yellow cats.
I could lose myself in the sense of serenity you've captured in the first photo.
I agree with Stephanie. Your first photo is glorious!
Yes, that first photo is a stunner. It's still summer in Los Angeles, and quite warm, but our nights are cool and one can sleep with the windows open. The light is different, though, more golden and less in-your-face-bright-white. This summer to fall change is my favorite of the year.
WOW...that first photo is stunning!
Hello, Bailey Bob.
I, also, am quite taken with the pig, and wonder about the fate of that other pig from the garden center if memory serves. Did it find a good home?
Although the quality of the ware is not comparable, the pottery display brings back memories of the potter's kiln in a small village in France.
Our geese haven't flown away yet, nor the leaves started to turn, but a deeper sense within us speaks of melancholy to come.
Fair enough 😊
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