The last parts of summer are fading away and autumn is starting to dazzle us with her umber glory.

Spent some time reading in the garden today. Found this happy little fellow hiding away.

“Dappled” is such a fantastic word. So wholesome and yet it’s effect is so beautiful.

A graveyard fence, the guardian of the dead.

I love summertime conkers with their prickly exteriors.

The colours in the bark are so strikingly beautiful.

Whether up high, or down low, they all follow the sun. Reaching, adoring, but the sun moves on without ever glancing. She has a schedule to keep.

Some boys know to flaunt it if they’ve got it. How I wish the sun had been shining on those glorious bronze feathers.