To all practical intents and purposes the leaves have fallen from my favourite line of trees, the one I look at every day from my study window. All that’s left is the ivy cladding the trunks and that’ll be there, green and glossy, until after the trees have died on their feet.
And you know what? There was no truly discernible change of colour at all. Just a mouldy old tendency to go a bit yellow-ish and then they gave up the ghost and dropped.
Not good enough. If there was public access over there I’d pop in for a visit, kick the heaps of fallen leaves, and give them a good telling off. Autumn is supposed to be rich in colour. Mist and mellow fruitfulness is all very well but I want colour!
As compensation the way over to Swansea is rich with autumn colour, and heaps of fallen leaves cover the grassy areas in the most satisfying way. No sign of anyone kicking them, but then Swansea isn’t the kind of place where people go out kicking autumn leaves. I shall see if I can’t get a bit of a kick going later today when I go out for my mid-week provisioning (bread, milk, potatoes, wine).
Graham’s project is now at the most irritating phase, with lots of finicky work and precious little visible progress. That’s a two-way irritation, for him and for me. For him, it’s irritating when I say: ”Where? What’s different?” in response to a “What do you think about this?” For me, it’s irritating to be summoned in to view something I can’t see. There’s precious little ooh-aah in new coving detail for me, I’m afraid. I’m a broad brush man.
Dolly, of course, is neither irritated nor amused at any of this. Just so long as her daytime sleeping cushion is in place she’s not bothered by a lot at all.
Oh, and we’re enjoying another lovely sunny day. And I really mean enjoying.
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Shirley, in PA // November 4, 2009 at 4:39 pm
I love the change of seasons, and this time of year is my favorite. I’m glad you have a place you can get to where the rich autumn hues are singing out to you. Enjoy these lovely days.
Mage Bailey // November 4, 2009 at 4:52 pm
Did you take pictures of the finicky stuff? Do you have sun and leaf images? Stop enjoying life and get out there with a camera.
Wolfie // November 4, 2009 at 6:39 pm
“Dolly, of course, is neither irritated nor amused at any of this. Just so long as her daytime sleeping cushion is in place she’s not bothered by a lot at all.”
I’m thinking we could learn a lot from a Mega-Cat.
Bonnie // November 4, 2009 at 7:09 pm
I guess Dolly like Chandler is well past the stage of curiosity so nose in work isn’t going to happen.
Josephine // November 4, 2009 at 10:39 pm
Dolly has her ways….take ‘em or leave ‘em.
She’s a special girl.
We have had LOTS of color here in our neck of the woods, but then we are famous for the spectacular Autumn colors in the Smoky Mountains.
I miss the huge oak trees of home , I used to spend hours beneath their canopies, or what was left of them, kicking and disturbing the fallen leaves.
~ Sil in Corea // November 5, 2009 at 12:50 am
The full moon frost hit and the ginko leaves dropped. Some were only half-turned, some were still green and a few were that golden colour which warrants the Japanese name “ginko” (“bank” of the financial variety). The Koreans call them “oonhahng,”[phonetic spelling] which means the same thing.
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