The title when When Leaves Begin To Fall is hardly correct as they have been falling steadily for the last month .
Autumn my favourite time of year, how do you define Autumn do you go by meteorological Autumn the 1st of September
or the astronomical start 22nd September or like me when it just feels like Autumn.
For me the first sign is a subtle change in the light hard to explain but it's just different , the changing colours of leaves as I sit here
at my window looking out I a Gean tree the leaves are already all scarlet a Horse Chestnut a mixture of red and yellow and a Larch
where the needles are glistening gold in the sunshine.
Walking my dogs along the old railway line behind my house there is a myriad colours many more Gean trees in various stages of change
some scarlet some a pinkish shade some yellow and some still green,, the red of the hips of the Dog Rose clashing with the black of the Sloe's
And the ever present bracken now in multiple colours green, red, yellow and brown and in multiple shades of these colours.
A couple of days a go, the 9th of September to be exact I was out and about just as the sun was rising a mist was settled in all the hollows and although
the early morning sun was warm on my back in the shade there was a distinct chill a touch of air frost, that same evening at dusk walking home from my daughter's I heard a stag roar in the forest on the hillside behind my house ,repeated a few minutes later no answering bellow as yet but it's still early yet.
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Autumn my favourite time of year, how do you define Autumn do you go by meteorological Autumn the 1st of September
or the astronomical start 22nd September or like me when it just feels like Autumn.
For me the first sign is a subtle change in the light hard to explain but it's just different , the changing colours of leaves as I sit here
at my window looking out I a Gean tree the leaves are already all scarlet a Horse Chestnut a mixture of red and yellow and a Larch
where the needles are glistening gold in the sunshine.
Walking my dogs along the old railway line behind my house there is a myriad colours many more Gean trees in various stages of change
some scarlet some a pinkish shade some yellow and some still green,, the red of the hips of the Dog Rose clashing with the black of the Sloe's
And the ever present bracken now in multiple colours green, red, yellow and brown and in multiple shades of these colours.
A couple of days a go, the 9th of September to be exact I was out and about just as the sun was rising a mist was settled in all the hollows and although
the early morning sun was warm on my back in the shade there was a distinct chill a touch of air frost, that same evening at dusk walking home from my daughter's I heard a stag roar in the forest on the hillside behind my house ,repeated a few minutes later no answering bellow as yet but it's still early yet.
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