Ciao Ciao Summer

 

I spent the afternoon clearing some of the leaves from the garden and trimming a few of my roses — not all, of course. Some are still in bloom, and the sparrows have made them their shelter, so I’ll leave those for now. It feels right to let them be.

I’ve never been much of an autumn person. I do love the changing leaf colours — those fleeting flashes of gold, rust, and amber — but they pass too quickly. With spring, there’s a steady build-up of joy: each day feels like a promise of more to come. Green returns, blossoms unfold, and birdsong fills the air like music.

Now, though, the garden is quieter. The birds aren’t singing as much — apart from the sparrows with their cheerful chirping, and the starlings chattering as they head off to feast on berries. The leaves drift down, the colours fade, and soon it’s a bare, resting landscape. Beautiful, perhaps, but in a muted, melancholy way.

The other day, a photo popped up on my phone — taken on a late-summer afternoon earlier this year. The sky was blue , the air still warm (and what a hot summer we had this year!) and I found myself longing for spring and summer all over again.



So long, summer — until next year.