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.
Pretty, pretty!
ReplyDeleteOOOooOOooo, Sycamores!
ReplyDeleteit 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...
ReplyDeleteIt 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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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