Rain and fierce wind on Saturday gave way to washed, blue skies on Sunday. Perfect for an afternoon walk around the bog.
There's a hint of gold in the foliage, a portent of what's just around the corner.
Hawthorn berries are turning rich red.
Under the closed tree canopy, a cool trickle of water and dappled maple leaves could trick one into thinking summer is here to stay.
But there, against the fence, in the open, there's no doubt about the season. Today, on the last day of August, Autumn waits in the wings while Summer sings her farewell.
Linking with Mosaic Monday, hosted by Judith of Lavender Cottage.