The lavender in the front garden has flowered. The other, a much more heavyset and woodier lavender, another type altogether, flowered in the back garden much earlier in the summer just past. A most beautiful butterfly, a variety that I've not seen before, seems as pleased as me about the flowering. It kept my gaze for a few minutes, then was gone.
The wind of change is blowing today, I feel uneasy and keep looking up at the sky to see where it's coming from.
My neighbour has covered his banana trees against the coming frost. The winter is close. I'm half filled with dread, half filled with excitement.
Change is always good, even though one doesn't always realize it.