I spent this rare English sunny day at Hampton Court Palace, walking the brick-worked passages and courtyards that felt the footsteps of Henry VIII, Catherine of Aragon, and Anne Boleyn.
It’s the height of summer. Yet amidst the heat and humidity, the turning wheel approaches autumn.
Already shadows are longer. Already the quality of morning and evening light is softer and more golden. Already a scrub maple beside the market parking lot is crimson. Already the day lily foliage yellows, and chipmunks search for first acorns.
While we humans celebrate summer’s glory, those closer to the earth and the seasons prepare.
As a follow-up to the photos of the Cathedral’s scissor arches, here are photos from my stroll around Wells:
Another view of the scissor arches of Wells Cathedral:
This sign is in the town of Wells, Somerset, England. It just tickled me to think that births, deaths, and much of what comes in between can all be managed by this town office.