Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Showing posts with label end of summer days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label end of summer days. Show all posts
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 wares, 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.