Feeling Autumn on the Wind.

According to the UK Met Office’s way of defining the seasons, today is the last day of summer. In the traditional western calendar, summer still has three weeks to run until the equinox. But according to the Celtic calendar, now is the season of Lughnasa and so we’ve already had a month of autumn. I think the Met Office has it right this year.

I was standing in the garden this evening regarding the slim crescent of the new moon resting in a blue space between the drifting clouds. It was just after sunset and I became aware of a cool breeze blowing from the east. The winds have been mostly southerly and westerly for the past few months, but now the course has shifted. It wasn’t particularly cold, but it did feel autumnal.

The trees are feeling it, too. The meteorologists say we’re having a ‘false autumn’ due to the excessively dry summer, and leaf fall is evident everywhere. One lone lime tree in Church Lane was the first to succumb to the premature imperative, but most of the trees now look dry and tired of the year that was and seem to be ready for their autumn repose.

I estimate that the harvest moon will hold court around the 12^th September this year, at which point I hope everyone will head over to my other site and read When the Waves Call which is set on the west coast of Ireland. Well, where else would my favourite story be set?

And just for the record, here's a picture of me showing signs of things to come. (The teeth did improve, but they're going backwards now. Isn't it ever the case with life?)