It was hot and still walking in the Forest this afternoon. The blackberries are ripe and plump and fungi is bursting out every where you look. It’s a beautiful late summer, but you cannot escape the feeling that it’s really early autumn.

Walking under the brilliant green canopy a phrase popped into my head:

The Summer’s weight of leaves have done their work.

I feel I must have got it from somewhere, but nothing comes up on Google.

For a moment, I had the sensation of tons of leaves hanging in the air above me. They’ve done their job and now they are relaxing in the sun, just waiting for the frost to come and help them on their way back to Earth, where they will start their slow return to the roots and so become leaves again in time. Hmmm – bit poetic, huh?

I hear people around me grumbling that the Summer is over and Autumn is here, but I love Autumn, and I love Winter and Spring and Summer too. I think we are so lucky to have our seasons. It must get a little boring having the same weather everyday. At least it gives us something to talk about – and boy, do we British love to talk about the weather!