So here we are at the start of August and, true to form, the
signs of a dying summer are beginning to show themselves. The wheat crop is
nearly ready for the harvest, the first red berries have appeared on the rowan
trees in Church Lane, and the leaves of the massive copper beech tree (where I’ve asked for my ashes to be scattered,
incidentally, because it’s my favourite tree and favourite spot in all of the
Shire) standing aside the dip below the creepy copse are changing from claret back to bottle green.
So soon…
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