A bit random this week but I’ve been loving the autumnal light and couldn’t resist having a bit of a play with the leaves and things Freya and I have collected on our walks to and from school.
To me it seems like the leaves have started changing colour earlier this year, not that I’m complaining.
We are going to plant the acorn and see if it grows.
Hope you’ve had a good week. Don’t forget to click on the camera below to see what other people have submitted for My Sunday Photo.
If this is the last butterfly I get to photograph this year, I don’t think I’ll be too disappointed. The comma, with its jagged wings and wonderful orange colouring, is one of my favourites. Also, I got to see a swallowtail for the first time in May so any butterfly beyond that was just a bonus.
My brother popped in yesterday, in between a business trip to Holland and returning to the US where he lives. We decided to go to Strumpshaw Fen to get him some fresh air before he is stuck on planes again.
Luckily it was a beautiful, warm day – and lots of little friends, along with the comma, were out to play.
I was also rather in love with the light in general, without wanting to sound too pretentious. Autumnal, would you say?
As always, I’ve joined in with Darren’s brilliant My Sunday Photo linky. Please click on the camera below to see what other people have submitted. It’s always worth it.
Also, if you have five minutes, please pop back tomorrow when I’ve got another Behind The Book post, this time featuring the wonderful writer and blogger, Lucy Mitchell. Just in case you missed the return of the series last week, following my summer break, here’s a link to my interview with Richard Balls.
Wishing you a lovely week.
“April is the cruelest month,” according to T S Eliot in his long and complex poem, The Waste Land.
This line came back to me recently as I stood and watched heavy rain almost beat the blossom from the trees. I’m sure that’s not what he had in mind when he wrote it but it felt quite apt just then.
In between the fog and the rain, we’ve had some lovely days, days when it would have been criminal not to stop and take photos of the glorious blossom as I was passing.
It seemed particularly abundant this year but maybe that’s because I was looking for it?
A week after I snapped these photos, much of the blossom was already gone. I’m sure there’s a message from Mother Nature there about appreciating every day or something.
Poor old Mark has been suffering with his hay fever and it’s horrible to see him all bunged up and red eyed. I’ve tried to keep my joy at the blossom under under wraps but I’m not sure I’ve been that successful.
Are you a blossom fan? Have you had much where you live?