Summer's swan song...

I love how nature is in frantic gathering mode now that autumn is definitely upon us. The flowers are giving their final push, the insects collecting every last remnant of summer goodness, the birds are singing longer and louder to the sky, and the sky has decided to show off its colours at the start and finish of each ever-shortening day. There's still blue in the air, but it's a little paler and the yellows and oranges and reds are burning everywhere on their way to brown and umber just before going to sleep once more with winter's stark monochrome simplicity. What a delicious, crisp, invigorating time autumn in the British countryside is. Everything has its Swan song if you listen.