I don't think any photographs can do this time of year justice, let alone my quick snaps but I can't stop taking pictures when the light is this beautiful. Autumn feels like nature's last hurrah, a burst of brilliance and beauty before the majority of trees and plants die down for winter.
I love walking through the leaves in Autumn, and am often the only person in the park picking up the conkers as the children walk past wondering what on earth I am doing.
I have a small collection of conkers on my desk at work - they remind me of things that make me very happy, being on a walk on an autumn day in the fresh air, being in our garden and listening to the birds chattering in the trees.
The morns are meeker
than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears
a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
Emily Dickinson
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