The colours or autumn
Autumn advances. This morning is sunlit with the warmest of light; but the air outside is fresh and cold. Below us the valley is like a sea over and around the trees and hill-side. The dew is thick and wet on your shoes as you walk out in the grass.
The colours are so varied still: some firm summer green, others with brown and orange leaves. Leaves have fallen – a few lie on the grass. The oak trees and the wall-nut are deep green, the fruit trees more variegated. There is a crab-apple tree (from which we made crab-apple crumble and mashed potato last year) in the middle of my view. I fear for it. Many of its leave have fallen, and its drooping grey branches look not long for this world.