High Summer Breathes her Final, Burning Breath ...
September - my favourite month of the year. Sitting outside in the warmth of the afternoon sun just watching, observing what is going on around me, with only the gentle thud of apples falling to the ground, and quarrelsome sparrows for company.
All these creatures going about the business of being alive taking not a jot of notice of me, the silent watcher with a camera. Capturing a perfect shot requires patience and perseverance - flowers are easier, they don't get startled and fly away!
A dragonfly with whirring wings settles at the edge of the pond;
bumble bees frantically gathering pollen from the last of the lavender flowers;
a butterfly drinking nectar from the Michaelmas daisies;
or another landing on a rotten plum probing for sugar- even the underside of its wings are a rainbow of colour
or becoming an adornment on the statues hat
a frog's head appearing from out of the pondweed;
a wasp landing on a lily pad
toadstoolSeptember is also the time when we take a few days away - it can be quite lovely at the coast at this time of year. Taking time to stroll in the sunshine; visit favourite haunts; sitting in the dunes for picnics beneath a vast blue sky; walking through woodland and heath and foraging in my favourite hedgerow - yes, I have a favourite hedgerow! Can't wait to breathe in the salty sea air and enjoy the panoramic vistas over the marshes; watching the tides slowly ebb and flow into the creeks; and see the sailing boats bobbing in the water. Fancy coming too?- see you there, don't be late!