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’.



There was a quiet this morning. An hour where there was no other sound, but the 7 am stillness of our home. An hour with the low hum of the freezer, a light tapping of rain on windows and a grey sky that made me feel safe.

There was a quiet this morning that was treasured. An hour where I could hear my own breathing, where I could sip my coffee and just think my own thoughts to the rhythmic chug of the washing machine.

There was a quiet this morning, an hour that was mine.

Sharing my morning with you and writing along with the August prompts from Amanda at The Habit of Being. I used Monday’s prompt ‘Quiet’.



The ‘big’ fan has been retrieved from the shed and all the windows are pushed wide open. Sandals can at last be worn legitimately and the air con went straight on when I arrived at work this morning. Peaches are being scoffed, salads too.

There is a feeling of winding down…a longing for time off and slow mornings. Thoughts of our holiday in August…I can almost taste the salty air and feel the sand between my toes.

Summer has decided to show up…a little late to the party, but we won’t mention it.

Celebrating dailiness with Amanda over at the lovely Habit of Being.

My heart aches

I held you in the darkness, so small, so wonderful and so mine. I stood and rocked you when you cried, sometimes I cried a little too, when I was tired. I listened to you in the darkness, a lullaby of tiny breaths, your skin soft like velvet, a perfect hand curled around my finger and my heart ached with love for you.

I hold you now, you are grown, more wonderful and still mine, but with wings unfolding. We talk about nothing and everything, sometimes we cry laughing, you are my joy. I listen to you now, your voice, almost a man’s, your hands bigger than mine and my heart aches with love for you.

It always will.

Inspired by Writealm’s prompt from yesterday ‘lullaby’.

Fading summer

Faded Hydrangea

Nigella 1

Night-time slowly wraps itself around day. Lamps are turned on and our home, bathed in yellow light, warm and comforting like an old sweater. Late summer; there is a change in the air and my mind drifts to frosty mornings and hot chocolate.

The days will shrink as autumn approaches but there are glorious treats of fading summer. The pink blush of the fruit on our beloved apple tree, the almost-iridescence of fading Hydrangea, the last of the Nigella, pods filled with next year’s blooms, and the colours of the evening sky.

New season, I feel you.

Writing along with August prompts from Write ALM today’s wonderful prompt ‘iridescent’



A little reminder

Tea and biscuits

Just a little reminder, if you feel like keeping me company, I will be writing about memories or nature, here, every Friday. As promised the kettle will be on…I may even stretch to a biscuit!

You can write on either subject or maybe mix the two! Poems, prose, a photo and a few words, it’s entirely up to you. I just thought it would be nice, every Friday, to connect over my two favourite subjects.

I hope you can join me, but if not, there’s always next week.

If you do wish to join in, then please leave a link in comments or use the hashtag #MemoriesNature on Twitter or alternatively leave a comment on my Facebook page, whichever suits you best.

Wishing you a happy evening.

Tea & Paper

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