the end of summer

I’ve been getting strange looks from the woman in the mirror. I’ve had my hair cut shorter and my reflection keeps taking me unawares. Maybe summer really is over and I’ve re-enacted (a little late I know) part of the timeless pattern of the end of the summer holidays – haircut, new shoes, crayons arranged in a new pencil case, PE kit labelled and folded. Everything ready for the start of the new school year.

Outside, the golden stubble of the cornfields has been turned over by the plough in preparation for the new crop of wheat and the oilseed rape has already germinated, though a covey of partridges has descended this week and eaten away a hectare of the new crop. I’ve tidied the pantry shelves and bought the sugar and vinegar for chutney making. The long abandoned knitting now seems a little more attractive as plans are laid for new blankets and requests made for hats (that fit this time please) and gloves. My netball kit has been retrieved from the depths of the wardrobe, training resumed and the first game of the new season played (and won). I love this time of year as summer slips away. To me, this feels like the start of the New Year rather than January.

And we have ducklings. Only two. At the moment. Goodness knows how long they’ll last. The mother duck ran off without them on Day 1 but finally remembered to come back. On Day 2 she took them with her but forgot about them half way to the pond and they were overtaken by the hens and guineafowl who ignored their piteous cheeping. As did their mother. This morning they’d managed to wriggle under the door into the barn and couldn’t find their way out. I just hope they don’t come to a sticky end.

9 thoughts on “the end of summer

  1. Glenda says:

    Hi Anne, It is the end of your summer and the end of our winter. I find the end of winter sad. Winter is so short and we never get enough rain. We have about 8 months of sunshine to look forward to – which, I’ll admit, has its own rewards – but I do love sitting in front of a fire listening to the wonderful rain. Oh well, I also love eating outside on a balmy summer’s night.


  2. Thomasina Tittlemouse says:

    I know just what you mean about September as a new beginning – always loved new pencils at the start of the autumn term and of course the fact that the oil seed rape has germinated is a reminder of the old TS Eliot thing about our ending being our beginning etc. Those ducklings are SO sweet – I do hope they make it. I am looking after a feisty Amazon green parrot for a month at the moment in my house and when I say feisty, I mean feisty! Cat-sitting is one thing but parrot-sitting is a whole other ball game so those cute gentle ducklings have particular allure for me at the moment – they don’t bite! E x


  3. Olallieberry says:

    Summer has been lingering here, temperatures have remained in the mid 20s which is quite uncommon for us. Those little ducklings are so adorable, how can mother duckling not see it!


  4. knitsofacto says:

    Oh I so agree, this is the start of the year, harvest, the fruition of the year long labours of man and bee et. al.!

    I have a haircut booked, maybe I should buy a pencil case ;D


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