I went for a woodland walk today, looking at the leaves, and I wondered, what they must be thinking. Hanging on. Still.
Autumn
Late September and we leaves feel uneasy second guessing. No surprise. These things happen. We all hope, always, hope, this takes up energy we no longer have and then we simply wait for the end. We only have to let go once. Is all. Fall. The biggest. I started seeing other things. Like a dream, but I know I wasn’t dreaming. I was travelling. I think I still am.
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Beautiful capture. 😊
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Thank you! Much appreciated.
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Waiting for the dogs and little wellies to come crunching through!
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I like your take on autumn leaves, Peter! Dogs and little ones have so much fun in the crunching leaves… on a dry day. Once it’s all a slimy muck, not so much so…
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Better get in quick!
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Whoever thought of seeing Autumn through the eyes of a leaf? But it looks as if we really should – a lovely, slightly wistful train of thought
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Thanks, Margaret. Much appreciated!
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