“They came and were and are not

  And come no more anew;

And all the years and seasons

  That ever can ensue

  Must now be worse and few.

So here’s an end of roaming

  On eves when autumn nighs:

 The ear too fondly listens

   For summer’s parting sighs,

   And then the heart replies.”

~ ‘When summer’s end is nighing’; from Last Poems by A. E. Housman

Last week’s warmth seemed to have been the last song of this summer, and all you can feel outdoors now is the gradual shift to a new season, inevitable and descending somehow faster than we would like. Yet, the rain after this year’s dry season is welcome, and the cooler air refreshes and gives boost to some, almost forgotten green that had been hiding a little throughout those long, warm weeks past. 

Summer in the garden was nice, and helped a lot this year. It might have been the summer when I loved my little corner the most, when I needed it, my escape and my space to breathe, with one sole aim – to keep it going, and to keep going.

I hope yours was good, maybe restful or perhaps full of adventures, in any case, I hope it was beautiful for you. Lots of love your way, m. xx