October
Edward Thomas.
"The green elm with the one great bough of gold
Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, -
The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white........
.......And the wind travels too slow to shake the fallen beech leaves from the fern......"
(extract)
Our neighbour's beautiful tree. |
Last of my sunflowers |
Morning mist 17th October |
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