Reblogged from Andrea Sephenson at Harvesting Hecate:
Autumn winds sweep in for a few days, making leaves dance and whipping up dervishes from cut grass. But the winds can’t sweep away the summer sun. It is still warm, dry and lazy. Bees and hoverflies still throng dandelions and sow thistles. Wherever I step, wasps drowse on the grass. Speckled woods have replaced painted ladies. Monster docks sway among the reeds in the burn, the most vivid bronzes and coppers of the season so far. Two swallows dart over the grass. Mallards and moorhens float on the pond. A bird cheeps in the bushes. Branches bleed with raspberries, rowan berries, rosehips. The burn is dry, pools still and clear. I struggle to feel the essence of September amid the lingering heat.