The Tuesday tree: last day of summer
While we have been waiting in vain for summer to get going in Scotland, Autumn has crept up on us unawares. My husband always says, however, that the twentieth of September is the last day of summer, being the day before the Autumn Equinox. And I suppose he should know, since it’s his birthday! Driving back from school this morning, though, after my few days in the warm south, I did notice how the season is advancing. Shadows are longer in the early morning, the grass is wet and the trees are turning colour one by one.
In this double avenue, the smaller sweet chestnuts are already shedding their brown leaves, while the old oaks behind are still green.
The limes are turning, well, lime-ish: their green is taking on a subtle yellow hue. The grass beneath them is already spattered with the gold of fallen leaves.
Meanwhile, our conker tree is ahead of every other species, as always: one dangling branch is already almost completely bare.
I love this time of year. After our underwhelming summer, we can only look forward to the golden days of autumn.
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