August, still

At home, the leaves are already dropping from the birch and the oak trees, autumn come very early due to the drought. And still no prospect of any rain. But down by the marshes, though the paths are unusually dry, summer is lingering. The heather and the dwarf gorse still flowering, and grayling butterflies are still on the wing. A small family of swallows were swooping through the blue sky and above the purple heather, but no signs that the swallows have started to gather yet.

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