As today is the last Sunday of autumn I thought I’d pull together a little video of this year’s display of trees and their leaves, from the brown and bland to the rosy red and spectacular. Come scuff some leaves with me …
27 Sunday Nov 2022
As today is the last Sunday of autumn I thought I’d pull together a little video of this year’s display of trees and their leaves, from the brown and bland to the rosy red and spectacular. Come scuff some leaves with me …
13 Sunday Nov 2022
‘Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar. Reflecting sunlight, they swirled and sailed and fluttered on the wind drafts.’ ~ from Where the crawdads sing, Delia Owens, G. P. Putnam’s Sons, New York, 2018
28 Sunday Nov 2021
14 Sunday Nov 2021
‘And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves….’ ~ Virginia Woolf, To the lighthouse
10 Sunday Oct 2021
03 Sunday Oct 2021
30 Monday Nov 2020
In his ‘Ode to a Nightingale’, Keats wrote of a ‘light-winged Dryad of the trees’ singing of summer in ‘some melodious plot of beechen green’. The beechen green has now become beechen gold and brown, but I can still imagine Dryads singing of the beauty of mighty Beech trees, in all their autumnal finery, and even performing paeans in praise of their statuesque forms once those golden leaves have fallen.
05 Thursday Nov 2020
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29 Tuesday Oct 2019
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I’m not sure what creature had eaten all the holes in this leaf as I couldn’t find the culprit but it certainly must’ve been hungry. I rather like the pretty little artwork it had created.
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