It is such a wonderful time of the year. The morning mists hanging over our village briefly turn us into a magical kingdom.
I wish I could make myself get up this early every morning just to watch the transformation.
Walking the dog through the scent of newly-damp baked earth, pine resin and wood smoke is bliss. If we could capture this fragrance in a bottle it would spread happiness wherever sprinkled.
(tomatoes have come down in price too - hurrah!)