This time I remembered to charge the camera battery in advance, all the better to capture the colours of autumn:
Crunchy leaves underfoot.
Mushrooms!
Moss...
And red red hawthorn berries.
Sometimes it's the simple things, like showing a five-year-old that sycamore seeds fall like "helicopters" (and I suspect a couple of helicopters might have been buried in the garden by now...), that bring the greatest joy.
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Pretty, pretty!
OOOooOOooo, Sycamores!
it is too cold for them up here, but when I grew up in Philadelphia they were the sidewalk tree of choice (resistant to salt, I think) and I loved loved loved the patterns the bark makes.
Isn't the world amazing when you look at it closely...
It helps having a small person who's really seeing this stuff for the first time too, Shoe! The small things are a wonder when you've never really noticed them before.
I tried to get some photos of the bark, Judith, but they didn't really come out well on camera. My granny lived on a street lined by horse chestnuts so I have lots of memories of taking walks to pick them; there aren't many here, though, so we've yet to experience those joys. But I used to love picking up the helicopters and seeing them twirl around too.
Fab pictures
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