Before August came to an end, my Mum and I did what we so enjoy doing and went on our favourite walk together, just like we have done in 2011 (you can join us on that walk here) and in 2010. We usually take this walk more than just once a year, but it is nice to compare how things look the same or have changed during the last 12 months, isn't it!
Do you remember how last year we spotted deer in the vineyards?
Of course, this time we were hoping to see one... and were rewarded with not just one, but a whole group of them! Every step we took, looking up the next row of vines, we saw yet another one or two resting or grazing. They didn't mind us much, but we were careful not to disturb them by getting too close.
It is also that time of the year again where everything is still very green, but the signs are already set on autumn - it always makes me quite nostalgic, somehow.
A lot of apples are on (and under!) the trees right now, and grapes on the vines. No plums this year, though; spring was too cold and wet, so the bees weren't flying when the plum trees would have needed their services.
Closer to the village, beautiful gardens line our way, and we saw a heron in the river.
We don't walk past here without saying hello to the donkeys that live there!
By the time my Mum and I arrived at the allotment, my Dad had already made coffee, laid the table and everything was ready - all we had to do was sit down and enjoy the delicious apple cake my Mum had made the day before.
It is my habit to go for another walk on my own after I've been at the allotment for a while, and I took some pictures that hopefully convey the atmosphere of this beautiful Saturday afternoon towards the end of August.
Views across the fields and of other villages, as well as hedgerows where the dogroses have already turned into rosehips... By the way, what looks like a tangled mess is there for a purpose: these hedgerows are deliberately "messy" so that hedgehogs and other small anmials can find shelter there.
It is, I think, a beautiful country I live in, and I am glad about that - while I never got the point of patriotism (we don't, after all, choose the place where we are born, or the family we are born into, do we?), I appreciate very much living in a country of peace and prosperity, where I do not have to fear for my life every time I leave the house (as is sadly the case in many countries all over the world, not just in Syria).