of trees, once full-leaved and green
bend before grey skies.
As the nights close in and the frosts linger later and later, it is time to cook up a big pot of minestrone. Hearty and warm, chasing the winter chills away.
No expeditions for the next few weeks at least as Neil recovers from his shoulder surgery (still two more weeks before he can lose the sling/straightjacket) but we can still appreciate the local beauty - the last few golden leaves hanging on tenaciously, mushrooms popping up in sheltered corners, trees stretching gracefully bared limbs toward heavy grey skies.
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| Bare of leaf but buds ready for spring |
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| A splash of colour in an increasingly grey world |
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| Last golden leaves strung out like a line of washing |
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| Knotted silver birch bole in late afternoon sunlight |
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| Westering sun and ragged remains of birch leaves |
And so, home to defrost cold fingers, to warm bread and hot soup, to snuggle up with a good book. Fingers crossed for snow...
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