Lukewarm

The weather isn't exactly summery, but at least we managed to sit out in the Walled Garden and admire the red-hot pokers, or a rather more tasteful variety than the ones you used to see. I had a very nice piece of pecan pie. Sensible eating is suspended till the visiting season is over.

Maybe it just the colours - but I think I detect a hint of autumn in the air, and I can hear a faint suggestion of my mother's voice saying 'the nights are fairly drawing in'. They are indeed.