What a glorious year for autumn colour.
And a perfect interlude between foisting pictures of brown dirt upon you.
The weather has taken a turn this weekend. So I made the most of the last days of mild and sunny to dig, and dig, and dig.
But I can’t possibly show you yet.
So have some chestnut and oak trees from the farm instead.
Even the hornbeams are putting on a show.
And on my mountain plod (not on a hunting day) I get the marvel at this giant oak.
Best of all, you can stand and admire Mother Nature and the vivid light dappling through the leaves…. and not notice they haven’t repaired our fallen electricity pole that is coming up to three weeks snapped.
And looks set to become a sculpture rather than a useful tool.
Thank goodness for cotinus.