The North Wind Doth Blow…

…and we shall all feel the temperature drop below 10°c.  Autumn, in it’s usual vestments, welcomes our attention:
Damp smells of soggy leaves, first thing in the morning;
Colourful fungi competing with the colours of the tree leaves; Darkness hemming the morning and evenings in increasing increments;
The wind picking up, demanding that the trees strip quick because winter is coming;
The first nip of cold in the fingers when you go outside and gloves coats are resurrected – although in this house if you find a pair of gloves we make you king/ queen for the day;
But best of all Autumn’s many layers it is wrapped in, is the sunrises and sunsets.

Around here, Autumn wears dramatic skies.

About deerfeet

I am a home-educating mother of four children. We live on a small holding in Wales and my husband is active in local politics and the lead pastor of our church, Festival Church.
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