Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Despite sultry August days, subtle signs of changing seasons are all around. Summer days are noticeably shorter. There is a cooler rush to the evening air. Down on main street the shopkeepers are displaying their Autumn flowers, and the feel of changing seasons is afoot. The Summer's Gold Lantana blooms heartily, as if it knows Summer's loveliest smile, is fleeting.
Despite a lovely wet spring, our summer months have been dry.
Rainfall has been scarce and the trees are showing early signs of Autumn.
Tennessee has some of the most spectacular Autumn palettes, I can't help but imagine this year the leaves will have already fallen off the branches, once the cooler weather arrives.
*Sigh*