|I couldn’t help but think during the early morning walk today how, although we are only in August, because of the scorching weather we have been experiencing in East Kent over the last ten weeks or so, how very autumnal everything is and yet the official date for a start to that season isn’t for another four nearly five weeks.|
So many leaves litter the grounds beneath the trees. You wouldn’t think later summer, but much later in the year.
We had rains last night, not a huge amount according to the water butt in the garden, but still a third was filled, but that can be used up in two evening’s watering.
We were told there would be thunderstorms this week. Mind you. It’s still only mid-week. We seem to keep missing it by miles. I came back to the UK after living abroad in Malaysia and Australia, which each have different climates from each other anyway, and back to England in 1977.
So as a teenager growing up in this country, l was used to seasons being specifically defined. Unlike Australia and Malaysia, which already had many microclimates in the late sixties and mid-seventies. Britain didn’t, yet forty-plus years later, and l was discussing this with Suze yesterday and another friend today how England now seems to experience many weather fronts. We have become a country of micro climatisation.
It used to be a season that was mostly three months long. Now, we seem to have warmer and shorter springs, more prolonged and hotter summers, milder and humid autumns and wetter and shorter winters.
However, we are still in summer, but it appears no one sent the memo to the trees and bushes that are displaying some fantastic colourings and dropping their leaves like it’s a new trend!
It makes me wonder what the actual winter will look like.