Don't have to believe me I love you all the same

Shhh, don't tell a soul

When I got up on Sunday,

And stepped outside

in my bare feet to hang out the washing,

 it smelt like ...

 

When I opened the door 

in the evening on Monday, 

the scent of the honey suckle filled my nose, 

and the sky was clear all the way to Venus, 

and it smelt like....


This morning, on my bike on the way to work, 

the scent of the berries confirmed it all to me, 

It's only gone and turned in to Autumn.