Walking across Clissold Park this afternoon I was struck by the sun shining through the Autumnal (Fall) skeletons of the trees. So I took a pic, with my phone so it isn’t necessarily super super quality.
Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness is how Keats described Autumn. It’s nearly on us again and the signs are all around.
The wasps are out of their nests, seeking sugary nutrition. The new queen wasps are flying, looking for new homes for next year’s brood.
September means the Horse Chestnuts are ripe and have taken on [...]