Wednesday, 27 October 2010
On Where I Live
Have you ever noticed how the very tipmost leaves hang on when all of the others are long vanished? I explect that there is some scientific reason that my brainy ED could explain to me, but I prefer to think of this one as the baby of the bunch who does not want to leave home.
Every year I take photos of glowing trees and forests pulsating with colour. But these last few burnished leaves, accented by the absence of light and their fellows, are so beautiful.
Can I have the last two count for both idiomatic and spooky? No? Oh, well. I agree that these graves, in their festive decorations, are not the least spooky.