Summer is ending. And it’s clearest in the mornings, when the air is cold and hazy, frizzing up your hair and leaving your cheeks cool and red.
I think the time for the dandelion seeds to fly is past… they do look pretty covered in dew drops, though.
The cows don’t seem to mind the indian summer. The grass is still growing; the sun is still warm on their flanks.
Black cat is enjoying the dried up reeds as its hunting ground. Must be a lot of mice in there.
The spiders are busy catching diamonds…