Hot bright colours are creeping back into the garden at long last; echinaceas, dahlias, cosmos, and rudbekia steal the show on my weedy patio at this time of year so I spent the morning pottering with the feathered girls, enjoying it all, dead heading and pegging out the washing.
Not especially warm or sunny so far this Bank Holiday weekend but dry after an all night soaking and for that we were all very grateful.
Across the valley the trees are looking tired and raggedy and the crop in the maize field has been harvested already. I can feel the "summer" beginning to roll up and gather in; autumn is just around the corner.
So before the rain returns we decided to explore a footpath in the village we'd never ventured along before although we drive past it lots. Not that it was everyone's first choice - small boys and the magnetic pull of Lego as ever!
I try and remmeber how much I resented having to "go for a boring walk" when I was young, but we always had fun. In the end so did we today and we got an amazing view of a stoat popping out of a dry stone wall to see what we were up to.
It was a great afternoon; Lego forgotten for a few hours and lots of imagining and adventuring done instead. Smashing.x