We are in the last weeks of the summer, the (hopefully) last heatwave is hitting us right now, but the morning air is touching my bare arms with chill. My morning tea taste better now. I’m drinking it outside, listening to the birdsong and watching my garden still blooming, still doing its thing. Soon, it will start preparing for the winter and I’ll be busy moving some bushes and pruning the pear tree. My garden looks like a mess in the winter as I leave all the dead stuff lying around until the nest building season in spring is done.
But for now we’re still in the last summer weeks. There’s baby hare living in our garden. (Or at least I’m hoping it’s a baby hare and that his mama has put him here for safety and that it’s not a sick wild rabbit. It’s so difficult to tell them apart sometimes.) I can’t get to my chive as it’s laying under the blackberry bush next to it and I don’t want to scare it. If it’s a baby hare it will take a few more weeks before it will become an independent hare being. For now I’m watching him from my kitchen window and leaving it be.
Have a lovely Sunday.