Asides

September has so far witnessed a gentle descent into autumn. This past Friday our lawn was cut for possibly (hopefully!) the last time this year. The following day was a gloriously hot summer-like day, which found me in the somewhat odd juxtaposition of sitting on a sun lounger with leaves dropping down on me. The day after I woke up to find the weather back to a seasonal norm, and the lawn hidden from view by a blanket of fallen leaves.

Later that morning, during Monty’s morning constitutional, I looked up through an ever sparser tree canopy and had my first sighting of geese flying south.

Winter is coming.