This time last week, it was still the Summer Holidays.
The tail end always seems a little strange - the days still our own, but tinged with anticipation of what is to come. It's a notoriously scratchy period at our house - tempers a tad frayed, ready to get back to some sort of routine. To feel we are taking up the reins and getting on with life again.
And nature too has a way of reminding us that time is passing. That summer, however sweet, does not last forever.
But that every season brings its own bounty.
As a reminder to us to enjoy each new phase as it is ushered in.
Even if it can't possibly be time for that already.
Nancy taught me a good word for this moment: 'la rentrée' - hope yours was a smooth one.