Today I am sure it is Autumn. I walked around the garden and everywhere the signs were there. The leaves are turning, a few even falling. Not yet mid-September. The hawthorn berries are out, rosehips abound. I picked blackberries in the garden yesterday. The fungi are on stage for a day or so before they fall.A single dragonfly buzzed me last evening and again this morning. It never settled. Moving on. A few butterflies still try to cheer me up but the frog hasn’t been seen in days. The birds seem to be battling for the best nest holes in which they can roost. Winter draws on. The Tawny Owls were calling loud and long yesterday as we ate supper.
There is still warmth in the sun though and I was happy to see a Jay visit the pond even though it did so when I didn’t have my camera to hand. The birds don’t seem to warm up until 10am. It was dark before 18.30 today. Shortening days. I have only seen one bat of late but perhaps I should try the detector to see if I can pick up more.
My bulbs have arrived so I have a few hours of planting ahead. I buy with enthusiasm and then wonder where to plant. In the shaded copse? Along the borders? Randomly in the lawn? Pot them? Decisions of great moment.
To round off the day here are two distant views of that treasured tree trunk with an occupier and a potential usurper.