28 October 2012
Winter arrived yesterday, before I could find my mittens. How rude.
I collected this handful of fiery leaves last week. They looked even more incredible on the white of the drawing table. Roast pumpkin for lunch on the same day - perfect autumfest.
Perhaps it's just that I grew up in the Southern Hemisphere, where autumn colours are less of a big deal, but I can't believe that anyone could not go absolutely wild for fallen leaves.
Which are crunchy when raked into piles in the park, deliciously earthy smelling yes yes I know. I can't resist kicking around in them.
But the best bit, the bit I can't get over, is how each one is a such a miraculous jewel of startling, extraordinary colour.