The temperature and light is shifting. Strange winds blow and the grass starts to form weird wavy patterns as it begins to recline after a long summer.
Animals slow down and think about finding a place to call home before the snow arrives.
Our walks are faster and colder. I’m often forgetting to wear anything on my hands but I have placed a wool blanket on the back seat of the car so Skye will not be chilled.
We are stockpiling coffee logs for the fireplace. Real wood snaps and crackles, making Skye run and hide.
Gardens are being cut down, tidied up and let sleep for the winter. Colds and sore throats are beginning to impact our state of mind.
Melancholy is beginning to set in.
Short days, cold nights. Bundle up. I’ll put on my happy hat next time ;c)