The August bank holiday weekend. The roads are manic, the DIY centres are heaving and the garden centres are punting out the last of their summer wares.
The radio has just reminded me that this is the last big holiday before Christmas. What a singularly un- encouraging thought.
Is this the cut-off date for summers end and the burrow down for the winter days to come?
Gosh I hope not. I am still clinging to summer mode. Okay so some days the weather isn't as warm and dry as it should be round these westerly Scottish parts, but there is still the 'feeling' of summer in the air. The fields may have been cut and there are berries on the bushes and Autumn just around the corner, but there is still 'late' summer in the air.
Late summer 'wishes' seeds flying and hovering in the air, ready to set down and grow in pastures new. Buzzy bees in the lavender and mint. Bright orange nasturtiums holding their faces up to the sun, pieces of summer still hangin' on in there.
Before I went to France in June I left my old straw hat on the chair in the garden. It has been there all summer, come rain or shine. The straw has gone all soft and floppy and the hat has literally melded into the chair back. It has relaxed into a whole new shape, no longer a hat, more it's own form of artwork.
I don't have the heart to move it from the chair. It will sit there till the summer really does come to an end. Then I think it will receive a place of honour hanging on a peg in HQ, a reminder of sunshine and summer, when it is wet and windy outside.
Enjoy the bank holiday summer weekend. May the sun shine on you wherever you are and may you avoid all those nasty traffic jams.