Almost over then. Another summer that never was. It seems an eternity since we last enjoyed a weekend lunch in the garden or sat on the patio steps late on a balmy evening. I think the last really decent spell we had was early July and thankfully those few good days in Cornwall. Since then there's been the occasional warm day but mostly we have dodged relentless heavy downpours and this holiday weekend is no different.
We should be away in our caravan really, enjoying a weekend with our dearest friends but they are all ill with a rotten virus and so we've postponed until September when maybe an Indian summer will appear.
I'm not too sad about missing our trip because it has rained and rained and we've had what I'd class a pretty perfect weekend so far. I enjoy life's simple pleasures so a homemade curry and a new magazine in front of Gardener's World last night was bliss.
Today I've browsed the Collector's Market (under a brolly but I did find this colourful saucepan and a lovely old whisk) while the boys went swimming. Back at home it's been an afternoon of colouring books, the final Test Match on the radio, Airfix models and a few favourite videos. Tomorrow we will toast the change of seasons with our first Sunday roast for months with Grandma for company and an apple & blackberry crumble to share.
Who knows what we'll get up to on Monday but autumn preparations are on my list. New curtains to be made and some jam and jelly making perhaps.
I love it when the calendar flicks over at the end of August; very relieved to see the back of a disappointing, dreary month. I'm sad for the boys having to say goodbye to the holidays, but we're entering the best time of year now. We won't be into autumn proper for a while but meanwhile we will revel in this golden, harvest time. Whatever the weather, September will bring a change of season and all its joys.
:: Bountiful hedgerows :: Misty mornings :: Golden afternoons :: Harvest suppers :: The first English apples :: Michaelmas daisies :: Extra layers :: Blankets on the bed