Winding Down.

This evening was one of those precious ones again: warm, no wind, no traffic, no people, no distant sounds. I sat out until it was almost dark with only a lone bat for company. He was busy; I watched.

And on a related note, I saw that some of the willow herb on the lane verges has its first white, woolly fronds. It won’t be long before it’s all covered in white wool, and that’s the surest sign that summer is coming to an end for another year.