I love the stillness of the air at the moment,
we get it that way so often at the tag end of August...
...and sitting in the field these sounds came drifting over the warmth of the afternoon....
Late summer sounds.
The thwack of toe on ball.
A giggle at the failure of the shot.
No winter pressures,
Then a cry of victory
For a garden goal!
And the hum of lazy bees
As they suck up August nectar
Unhurried by any thought of future cold.
Sounds drift by
And the sweet, spicy smell of warm herbs
In my garden seat.