We’ve reached the final days of August with the last Bank holiday of the year and it always brings a poignant moment for me as I realise that summer is slipping away. Too soon the long heady summer days have slipped away and I always pause to reflect on their passing before settling down to enjoy the long somnolent days that lead into autumn. Maybe there will be still time in the next couple of months to take a trip to the beach and relive the childhood enchantment of paddling along the seashore as the warmth of summer lingers on. Yet I’ve noticed in the countryside around us there is a small but subtle change of the seasons as the harvest begin to be taken in
I noticed the corn had been cut in the fields that we often ride passed this morning; the same fields where I had listened to the sky larks sing not that not long ago with the corn rippled with the breeze. On those summer days it stretched across the fields so strong and sturdy as it gradually grew golden in the sun and now the fields are silent and empty except for the stretches of stubble.
The blackberries were early this year too, plump and juicy, spangling the hedgerows although the blackberry pickers and jam makers have yet to appear. They must have been caught unawares because I’ve yet to see them this year, tucked behind bushes, earnestly reaching into the prickly thorns to pluck the harvest of free fruit.
I’m hoping to go beyond Penzance to see the heath land soon, I know it will be bright with heather and gorse and the moment, so maybe if I have a few spare hours I’ll make a small pilgrimage to the moors and the roads will be so much quieter after the last hurray of the Bank holidays. Of course there is always an isolated farmhouse with the promising “Cream Tea” sign outside to find…………… Hmm! Well! Perhaps, just perhaps, I’m looking forward to the quieter moments of the season that brings gentle warmth to our days and soft velvety nights with the crickets singing in the shadows.
And This week at Ednovean Farm
Well this week was a little damp as the jet stream changes and perambulates about its course but i bought a new pair of wellies so that was OK. On these days Spud-CAt was forced to check the weather out of each doorway just to make sure and yet on others days the sun shone and we basked in the heat. This weeks photos are from breakfast, where fresh fruits and organic yogurts are waiting for our guests, until dusk with the sun sinking behind St Michael’s Mount from our garden. And so to bath and bed for our guests with one of the pretty bottles of bubble bath enhanced with sea minerals i filled for a long soak at the end of the day