There is a sense of quiet settling across the once-busy fields, now shorn of their wheat, barley and rape. The flowers in the ditches are no longer as riotous or plentiful in colour and variety and the birdsong is somewhat muted.
The cereal harvest is gathered in and there is a sense in the air of that pause that comes after frenetic work to get a project completed by deadline, that moment of relief that it is now done and the opportunity to take a moment to breathe and enjoy the sense of completion. There is satisfaction in the air but also a kind of melancholy, knowing that spring has gone and summer is nearing its end, the days still have the upper hand but they are now perceptibly giving way to the nights.
The fields may be brown now, the blooms less evident, but there is more than enough in nature still to excite and arouse curiosity - we just have to look a little closer, appreciate with a little more attention - along with the knowledge that this is the prelude to the year's autumn swansong when the leaves sing their last in glorious colour.