
Here is a Dartmoor Sheep demonstrating where a Scrag End of Lamb is anatomically. However for the purpose of this blog the sheep is actually chasing down the Scrag End of Summer. Which has been officially declared in this house. Just like Swifts, the birds ; the last of our summer visitors have left the building today. Our Swifts, our family have flown, not for sub-Saharan Africa but for Hong Kong and Canada. So the main events of Summer are done.

However I am a big fan of the scrag end of summer. The slightly faded landscape, the gentler heat and even the unpredictable weather. Sometimes I fool myself that Scrag End Summer is a pretty long time period. But right now we are missing our summer visitors and a bustling busy house. It will take a little adjustment and a few cups of tea before we fully embrace the reality of the Scrag End of Summer 2025.

I love the in-between seasons, the scrags, a new word for me, I love the dried up dying flowers and take them inside, love how they look, and the fading colors – the weather that is iffy ever day and every every hour
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