Tuesday, 14 September 2010
As apples ripen, shadows lengthen and leaves start to speckle the grass, we find ourselves being drawn outside once again to bask in the slanted rays of soft September sunshine.
On this little patch of grass that has hosted our playtime all summer long we again unfurl our rug, scatter our toys and lay back to watch the leaves dance to the rhythm of the clouds.
John explores the texture of damp moss, I breathe in the scent of fermenting plums and together we watch flocks of birds whorl suddenly over the roof tops.
Autumn might be unfurling its glory all around us but we're holding onto this little summer ritual with all the strength in our fingertips and the memory of the wintry wind that whipped the windows last night somehow makes it all the sweeter whilst it lasts.