September has been very changeable so far, with cold misty mornings giving way to some bright sunny days, but also heavy rain and sharp breezes that send the leaves scattering from the boughs.
The robins are singing beautifully though, and over the fields the herons are abundant, their croaky voices echoing across the flood plains in the early morning mists. Apart from some white butterflies and a few speckled wood, the butterflies have practically disappeared, and some huge spiders and crane flies (daddy-long-legs) have taken their place- it's a sure sign of Autumn when you find a huge spider in the bath tub!
Parts of the lanes are like dark tunnels, with the trees so dense and interlocking, a sparrow-hawk nearly flew into me as it whizzed along them, pulling up at the last moment with a surprised look to see me there.
The banks of the river and the brook and the old railway
line, are full of balsam,an invasive plant from Asia. Although it's very pretty, it's taking the place of native species. In the sun you can hear the seed pods popping, spreading seeds far and wide.It's a very prolific and adaptable plant-don't think we'll be getting rid of it!
Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.
No faint and hesitating trill,
Such tribute as to winter chill
The lonely redbreast pays!
Clear, loud, and lively is the din,
From social warblers gathering in
Their harvest of sweet lays.
Nor doth the example fail to cheer
Me, conscious that my leaf is sere,
And yellow on the bough:—
Fall, rosy garlands, from my head!
Ye myrtle wreaths, your fragrance shed
Around a younger brow!