"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness..." Leaving my place of punishment where I am ploughing through uninspiring exercise books and homework projects on a bright October Sunday afternoon, I ventured up our garden to glimpse some of the vividness of another year dying... another cycle almost done... This is what I found:-Holly berries ripening two months before Christmas.
Apples hanging like nature's baubles from a sky blue ceiling.
My favourite gnarled trunk. The scars run deep.
Leaves aflame like Mediterranean fire fish drying on lines.