Well, this has hardly been a cold, crisp autumn. It’s been quite mild, and very wet. So my forays outside have been limited to the necessary – quick, it’s dry, walk the dogs, or quick, it’s dry, slam some bulbs in. So I haven’t been through a lot of the things that mark the change of the seasons – no raking leaves, no bonfires, the absolute minimum of garden clearing. And so I haven’t been out and about enough to enjoy the autumn colours as much as usual. But in a way, although they’re not as impressive without the cool autumn sunshine, they’re almost more comforting when everything’s grey and wet.
The dogwood by the woodshed comes into its own at this time of year. In the dead of winter, the red stems are sometimes all I can find to cut for vases, and very nice they look, in a spiky sort of way:
And here’s one of the trees by the river – which due to the recent rain is in full spate:
And now, of course, it’s raining again. But I’m glad I seized the dry spell, even if there was no sun. Sometimes an absence of rain is enough.