The blackberries are fading as the hawthorn battles for space in the hedgerows,
The white, feathery thistles stand proud amongst the long, dewy grass,
The corn stems are yellowing and buckling under the weight of their cobs,
The mist hangs in the air, patchy in the soft light,
The faint hum of wood saws, mowers and chatter float faintly on the breeze.
The damp earth smells amazing.
Happy Autumn Days.
