Wednesday, November 15, 2006
AUTUMN COLOURS
Autumn - season of mists and mellow fruitfulness as John Keats wrote.
The constant changing of the seasons is eternally interesting and each provides us with pleasure.
Autumn is a strange time for it is tinged with a sadness that summer is over and the year is swiftly drawing to a close. Some even compare the passing of the seasons with the passing of time itself, and I guess I have to admit that I am now in the autumn of my years - early autumn I hope.
Autumn has come late to south east England this year. It is still unseasonably mild - we wouldn't normally expect daytime temperatures of 16 degrees centigrade, even 18 degrees on some days. Perhaps it is a sign of global warming or perhaps it is just a variant of normality.
But despite the mild temperatures, time marches on and the trees suddenly make us aware that summer really is a distant memory.
This week the trees outside the house, especially the small ones, have turned golden and even on a dull day, like today, our trees glow with colour.
This is the view from our front door.
The trees are not, of course, really ours, but we love them dearly.
Soon the golden leaves will fall, leaving the stark bare branches.
I will then begin to search for the growth of new buds and yearn for the delicate new green leaves of springtime.
This year the trees and bushes are heavy with fruits and berries - a real season of fruitfulness.
The birds are enjoying a feast.
This is part of the little tree in our own garden, which I can see through the window as I sit at the computer.
The blackbird stands guard and plucks ripe fruits by the dozen.
He is wary for suddenly a flock of starlings will descend and pluck the fruits from the branches.
Autums days can be divided into 2 types. Today there has been drizzle, wind, scudding clouds and grey skies. It has been gloomy.
Other days are quite beautiful, with clear blue skies and sunshine and fantastic autumn colours shimmering.
This picture was taken at Wakehurst Place last Autumn.
The gold leaves against a bright blue sky make for the best sort of autumn day.
More golden leaves at Wakehurst Place.
The constant changing of the seasons is eternally interesting and each provides us with pleasure.
Autumn is a strange time for it is tinged with a sadness that summer is over and the year is swiftly drawing to a close. Some even compare the passing of the seasons with the passing of time itself, and I guess I have to admit that I am now in the autumn of my years - early autumn I hope.
Autumn has come late to south east England this year. It is still unseasonably mild - we wouldn't normally expect daytime temperatures of 16 degrees centigrade, even 18 degrees on some days. Perhaps it is a sign of global warming or perhaps it is just a variant of normality.
But despite the mild temperatures, time marches on and the trees suddenly make us aware that summer really is a distant memory.
This week the trees outside the house, especially the small ones, have turned golden and even on a dull day, like today, our trees glow with colour.
This is the view from our front door.
The trees are not, of course, really ours, but we love them dearly.
Soon the golden leaves will fall, leaving the stark bare branches.
I will then begin to search for the growth of new buds and yearn for the delicate new green leaves of springtime.
This year the trees and bushes are heavy with fruits and berries - a real season of fruitfulness.The birds are enjoying a feast.
This is part of the little tree in our own garden, which I can see through the window as I sit at the computer.
The blackbird stands guard and plucks ripe fruits by the dozen.
He is wary for suddenly a flock of starlings will descend and pluck the fruits from the branches.
Autums days can be divided into 2 types. Today there has been drizzle, wind, scudding clouds and grey skies. It has been gloomy.
Other days are quite beautiful, with clear blue skies and sunshine and fantastic autumn colours shimmering.
This picture was taken at Wakehurst Place last Autumn.
The gold leaves against a bright blue sky make for the best sort of autumn day.
More golden leaves at Wakehurst Place.
