The thistledown’s flying, though the winds are all still,

On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill…

Autumn

John Clare  (1793–1864)

Autumns Calling Card

Almost but not yet; 

Subtle changes in the air,

Summers greenery pocked and frayed

flutters and falls – Autumns calling card is here.

Swift swallows gather in excited twitter,

balancing in groups upon the wire.

Garden birds change their tune;

no longer June

Autumn tints upon the trees

Autumn traced along the leaf,

as Summers radiant flowers set to seed.

And toadstools flourish in the lawn,

muted tones; brown and fawn.

But Summer is not quite transformed;

Autumn not yet arrived in strength;

but shines through petaled flowers

– scented air.

Rosa 'Jenny'

Autumn is making its presence felt, every day a new sound calls from the trees, Gold crests, Goldfinches, families of Blue tits, Sparrows, Dunnocks, Coal tits and Great tits. The nest boxes have been well used raising several broods of garden birds including Sparrows. Now thoughts move to the big garden tidy, harvesting, planting, protecting. seasons change; Autumn used to make me SAD but now I look and see that the garden is already in preparation for Spring.

Thanks for stopping by today 🙂

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