Summer is moving towards its end, and the evenings are soft with bloom in the fading light. Shorter days are coming, and I walk in my garden to meet my friend, the hedgehog. He walks around, poking the ground, making little grunting sounds. If I talk to him, he stops and listens, turning his little nose towards me. No camera – then he wouldn’t listen. To think that already 30 million years ago he was here. A sweet character. Hopefully he will survive and outlive mankind.

A short shower, and I know some delicate worms will be good food for my friend.

Rounding the glass house, I caught the last sunrays in a Cosmos chocamocha – which sent us a fiery…

…goodnight.