Sticky-sweet September days

Early September in the moors treads the cusp of late summer and early autumn. In the fields, ochres and mustards, warm golds and soft yellows rule, as hay bales recline, lazily soaking up the last of summer's warmth.

The moorland itself still glows amethyst, the voice of each tiny heather bloom joining the chorus of purple as the wave continues to spead out across the open landscape. The fruits on our old plum tree are blushing purple, too; juicy with the promise of those sticky-sweet jam days of autumn.

In the studio, we feel the abundance of harvest time, tinged with the loss of summer's lightness and ease. We gather our abundant sketchbooks, swelling with new ideas for the coming seasons. Not quite ready to let go of summer, we settle into some quiet carving, studio doors open to the soft sound of September's rain.