Trees are spiky and bare, crows waddle through misty fields, gardens are all put to rest, scarves and jackets donned and the restful hum of heating fills our homes. No doubt, Winter has arrived.
When Autumn wraps itself around you. I took a walk around West Malling village while waiting for my vehicle to be serviced. I came across this lovely little scene. I suppose I’m guilty of what some may say a chocolate box mentality when it comes to this image, but what the hell, I thought it was great.
The colours of Autumn are beautiful. Being the season of nature’s entry into death it never fails to amaze me how nature dies with such effusive expressions of colour.
In the movie “Legends of the Fall” the narrator describes Tristan’s death as a “good” death. Well, it seems to me that every year nature dies a “good” death only to awaken again with another show of colour and vibrancy, that of Spring.
Wonderful how in the process of dying or awakening nature is always effusive with colour.