Sunny and warm days turning to cold breezes and puffy white clouds of breathing in the evenings. Still some summer birds singing. Hay done in the nearby field, meadow blooming in light purple flowers. Rowen berries getting darker orange and red. Balcony door still open, though the first hours of the morning a bit shivering. Eagerness of autumn arriving. The darkness of the evenings wrapping its comfort around everything. Blinking stars.
Three Nightingales to dear friends that married and did it so beautifully.
Late morning tea greetings!
P.s. Four prints left of Morning Frost Garden.