Saturday was the last day of Summer and I was going to embrace this being the eve of Autumn. I have been looking forward to this for so long and now it is here I feel so happy and warm inside. The preparation for autumn was surrounding me and Mr Teenager as we went for an evening walk near our village. Tick tock went the dandelion clock once again, not for summer this time, but the anticipated new season of autumn.
The gold and reddish glow of the gradual sunset was enveloping our surroundings as we quietly walked along the bridalpath listening to the migrating birds overhead.
I love these rare and precious times with my son. Sometimes they are quiet walks, sometimes debates are had but always with smiles on our faces.
Our walk was a slow, short one but with each step the colours of the sky and earth were changing. The last hints of sunshine were reflecting off the old church in Cowbit (pronounced Cubitt) and the old hay bales prepared themselves for the night time protection for the little creatures coming home after another day of preparing their larders for the upcoming weather.
In the distance we could see a hare playing with its brothers and sisters enjoying the dry weather. We were far away but they were still wary of our presence.
The farmers had been busy ploughing the fields and the smell of the freshly dug earth was enough to make us sigh happily (no manure dug in yet!).
With our shadows getting longer and the fields becoming more golden we carried on with our walk to some old haybales.
These would be our seats for the theatre. 5ft tall and just about the right height for me and Mr Teenager to climb onto and enjoy the last moments of summer.
The time was edging closer as the sun started to sink.
The dandelion clock began to tick away.
Along with the wind turbines turning their blades against the sea of clouds and the sun's rays.
And then, everything fell silent as the sun gently disappeared. Summer was over.
We sat for a while, chatted for a while and then happily started walking back. I looked across the fields and thought of the two does looking back at me. The mother with her baby, showing her child the sunset with happy thoughts and dreams. All hoping the same.
And now tick tock goes the dandelion clock, now waiting for the next season.
Have a wonderful week.
♥ Chel ♥