On a miserable, dull day, this little string of berries seem to light up out of the greyness! I like to grow shrubs and trees that produce berries, so that the birds have some food in the winter.
Category: Landscapes
Images taken in the wider landscape: parks, woods, arboretums, wild flower meadows and urban green spaces.
Winter Sunset
Was so glad I had my camera with me when I saw this sky this afternoon! I wasn’t anywhere particularly interesting, so I was pleased to find these trees – I just love the silhouettes against the vivid colours!
Last throes of Autumn
For a brief moment this morning the sun shone brightly and set the hedgerow ablaze.
“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” Jim Bishop
Autumn Leaves
“Autumn… the year’s last, loveliest smile.”
William Cullen Bryant
Autumn Days
“It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.” P D James
Beech Wood in Autumn
Bright autumnal days are perfect for walks in the woods…
“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.”
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Autumn
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you’re not here
Justin Hayward – Forever Autumn
The Road Not Taken
This scene reminded me of one of my favourite poems:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
by Robert Frost
Parthenocissus quinquefolia (Virginia creeper)
I loved this old forgotten doorway surrounded by Virginia Creeper in its autumnal colours – could be the entrance to the secret garden!
Garden Gate
Stumbled across this gateway in the Cotswolds today. The beautiful honey-coloured Cotswold stone-wall, dripping with climbing roses was such an idyllic scene.
