Well yes - I have said it before, and I'll say it again - once the First day of August pops up on the calendar here in The Yorkshire Dales, there is a whiff of Autumn in the air. A lot of our little birds have gone to ground (or should I say hedge) in moult, preparing their plumage for withstanding the coming Winter. There is a faint mist on the fields in the early morning, and a damp nip in the air. Any day now the gossamer in the grass that inspired my blog name, will appear.
But nowhere is the coming of Autumn more evident than in our flora. Overnight, under the Scots Pines, a rash of fungus has shot up. Pale yellow for one day, then a golden brown for a couple of days and then suddenly nothing left but a dark brown "mush". Would that we could have a rash of field mushrooms in the meadow too. We used to get one or two every day to put with the breakfast bacon, but over the last few years there has been none.
The rowan tree by the kitchen window (yes - the bundle tree too) is now sporting orange berries - already being gobbled up by the blackbirds before we have a chance to admire their beauty.Tiny, pretty little ferns are sprouting in the dampness of the front garden wall. Lucifer is flowering in all his glory. He pops his head above the parapet for all to see as they go down the lane. Close up his redness is almost too strong to bear. And the sneaky Japanese Anemones come into bloom. Every year we try to eradicate them from the garden because they take over, but as they have their roots cleverly under the garden path, we never manage to pull them all up. Secretly we are rather pleased about this, because in small doses they are lovely.
On the hay-making front there is no progress. The farmer has so much hay to make for various people in the village - people who have a couple of horses and perhaps one or two fields and who need Winter fodder. To make hay we need four consecutive fine, dry, preferably breezy days. This week we have had some rain every day; some sunshine too but the fields are permanently damp. People are beginning to panic and ask whether they should silage instead. The only person not panicking is the farmer, who has seen it all before and keeps saying, "It'll be alright in a day or two!"
Building work progresses. There has been a short delay while the builder went off to Lytham St Annes for the Golf - but he will be back tomorrow and this week should see a great surge forward (fingers crossed.)
Whatever you are doing this week end - enjoy it.
A little PS' I have learned (tutored by Dominic Rivron - thanks Dom) to do links to my site - did one to Seth yesterday and shall try practising them all next week - as they say "practice makes perfect!" - thanks also to Mrs Nesbitt's Place for her McLinky suggestion.