Along with the butterfly in this photograph, a Speckled Wood, there are lots of bumblebees on the Hebe. They are all harvesting what they can for the winter season to come.
The days are shorter but still they are warm. In the background, I can hear a Wood Pigeon calling, also Swallows and House Martins chittering above me as they search for food. A solitary Buzzard whistles as it circles on the thermals high, high above and the bamboo wind chimes on the fence, rattle lazily.
I haven’t been able to write much, so far this month, as I have been busy in the garden. So, as the sun is still shining, I’m able to sit between chores and absorb the sights and sounds of the afternoon. In one of those moments this ‘sound-bite’ came to me. The wording in my verse may be a little odd but it works for me, if it is said slowly.