The soft light of late August hints at change, subtle, but enough to know that autumn will soon be here and summer will lose her grip.
The flowers are dying, yet still the bees persist and feast on the waning lavender. Plums and apples ripen, ready to be harvested, some dropped and rotting, food for passing bugs and birds. The hydrangea are slowly fading like watercolours run weak with too much water.
Some days we might be fooled, almost believing summer has just begun, but Nature has a way of whispering the contrary quietly in our ears. Even on days that are oh so warm with skies the bluest blue, just wait for the evening, when the sun drops before eight and a chill creeps in through open windows, bringing with it the faintest scent of autumn.
Sharing my words with you, writing along with the August prompts from Amanda at The Habit of Being. I used today’s prompt ‘Soft’.