I woke this morning to a distinct nip in the air - the sun was shining but the air was damp, and for the first time I felt that certain chill which tells me that it is a real hop-picking morning. And I'm not far out - hop-picking starts on Thursday, so summer is truly on the wane.
The chimney sweep is booked, the Aga man is coming tomorrow afternoon to service our old friend and light her up again, and the evenings are darkening rapidly - we must be careful to shut the hens up that little bit earlier each night.
But I will enjoy these last days of August whilst I can. There surely won't be many more days when I will be able to eat out of doors, so this morning I resolutely donned a cardi, and took my breakfast outside. Some autumn raspberries and rapidly cooling coffee - such is the state of things in England, now!
But the sunflowers still march across the garden, all lined up to greet the morning, and the Met Office has cancelled the rain they promised, so gather your rosebuds while you may, and take your croissants out into the last of the summer sun.