Walking dogs in the fresh air, noticing acorns, blackberries and ash keys. All getting ready for autumn.

Cool days; earth enjoying the rain.

Sitting in the rain under a tree, breathing the cool air, smelling the earth. The garden shares itself whatever the weather, dispenses peace.

Sitting so close to the buddleia we share the same breath, our scents mingling, its leaves playing patterns on my skin.

If you sit still you can hear the unnoticed sounds, first the birds and distant cars, then the sigh of the breeze and leaves, creaking wood.