Season of mist and mellowness

After our glorious Second Summer weather in September, the air suddenly smells of autumn.  The path through the Bluebell Wood is strewn with crispy fallen leaves, and LisaCat finds endless entertainment in chasing thrown conkers.  The swallows, our fair-weather friends, have gone south for the winter, but today I noticed one of the thrushes has returned - thankfully, since we are lately under siege by snails.

There's still heat in the sun, but a certain nip in the air warns of the winter to come.  I'm busy chopping wood (with the help of a friend's hydraulic log splitter!) to fill the woodshed, so we'll be cosy and snug in Lyon Cottage.