So I didn't celebrate much on the night, but since then I think I've appreciated the festival, or rather the time of year, more.
It's still hot in the daytime, yet by 8 o clock the temperature has noticeably dropped. It's dark at 8.30, not 10.30.
There is lots of UK grown fruit around. I've been stuffing myself on nectarines, raspberries, blackberries, cherries and apples.
I walk home and see sparrows flitting about. I wake up in the morning and hear the bubbling of the goldfinches. I heard an owl screeching around the house a couple of weeks ago.
It feels like Autumn is coming. I am grateful for the last few weeks of summer but feel prepared for the seasons to come.
It's still hot in the daytime, yet by 8 o clock the temperature has noticeably dropped. It's dark at 8.30, not 10.30.
There is lots of UK grown fruit around. I've been stuffing myself on nectarines, raspberries, blackberries, cherries and apples.
I walk home and see sparrows flitting about. I wake up in the morning and hear the bubbling of the goldfinches. I heard an owl screeching around the house a couple of weeks ago.
It feels like Autumn is coming. I am grateful for the last few weeks of summer but feel prepared for the seasons to come.
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