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.
We were hiking along the River Darent in Kent, between Horton Kirby and Farningham, when we came across this field beautifully carpeted with Buttercups, Dandelions, Daisies and a few spots of Red Campion. We just had to stop, have lunch and ponder this captivating little scene.
My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.
Tramping through this Wintery scene I was touched by the different textures and colours surrounding me. I tried visualising a world without texture and colour and just couldn’t. The sheer miracle of course is that hidden deep in this texture and colour another reality resides. In two to three months time this reality will burst forth in a profusion of the lush greens and new life of Spring. I look forward to that.