Most of the trees are still completely green, except for those that start turning yellow early anyway. I can still hear the crickets at night.
The swallows are still here, and not showing any signs of preparing to migrate. But I hear that the last big flocks of storks are already on their way (you can see photos of some of the earlier flocks here). We don't have any storks around here in town, nor are we on their route, so I haven't seen any of that in person. I keep looking anxiously at the sky to check up on the swallows because I don't want to miss their leaving.
It took me a few days to get used to not feeling cold when it's 25C (77F) in the room. It still gets pretty hot in the afternoons, but not unbearably hot, so I can get out for a walk still in my summer clothes, бут without feeling like walking into a furnace, well before sunset now. I'm doing my best to enjoy this transitional period while it lasts. I don't want to feel That Autumnal Sadness yet.
And now it's suddenly raining in the middle of the night. I reached my hand out of the window, and the rain didn't feel cold. And I can still hear the crickets through the sound of rain.
And now you get to see some geranium still holding on in a public garden as I'm going to bed: