The violence of summer with autumn taking over the colours are being crumpled into golden hues of orange, brown , green . Soon it will be the crinkle crunch of the leaves under our feet.
We hold dear the last bastions of summer the violence of its colour carries us through autumn and winter.
Taking tea in the garden can be an inspiration ....
I keep finding myself down by the river , I saw the swans and their signets again but as I didn't have my Nikon with me I couldn't get a close up.
But nevertheless it's still a breathtaking world it's my world and one I feel very comfortable in.
Autumn brings routine yet it can bring new challenges especially when those long nights beckon. The glow of the leaves is replaced by the glow of the fire.
I am still startled if I come across anyone walking ... I do feel it's my special place you are treading on my karma . But you do have share this world for who would not want to share this hand on heart.