As I type this post, I have butterflies in my stomach and shivers down my spine. Not in a bad way you understand, but in a very happy, skippity heart beat, content way. My love for Autumn has never been a secret and I live for this all too short season. The warm richness of colour, the fresh air and the peek a boo of the sun through the canopy.
It has been a mild November until this point, and a joy to see the dragonfly wings against the yellow and brown forest floor.
The sycamore wings droop from the tree tops in groups, waiting for the strong winds to ask them to dance.
The crispy leaves wait for passing boots to compose a symphony as they walk by.
Amongst the yellow and browns, the luscious red shines through with the beckoning berries. Ready for the wildlife to fill their bellies.
With the strong winds, the leaves have now fallen and joined the now soggy ones on the forest floor. I was so glad that we took this walk before the short season's colourful beauty was lost again.
I apologise in advance as my camera is full of autumn splendour and I just have to share more posts before I get to the inevitable Christmas sparkle shots!
Thank you so much for your visits and comments. Life is a bit manic at the moment with trying to get through lists before my surgery, and as many trips as I can before I am housebound. I really appreciate your good wishes.