After the significant frost that we had last weekend, which did for the runner bean, courgette and tomate plants, it is now a time of dripping trees. The leaves tight summer hold has been broken and they fall – a sporaradic rain When the wind picks up – they will briefly come to life again, but for now they lie on the ground where they land, a slow thickening cover of autumn colours.
The sky is a limp grey. The flowers that have held on are such pretty brave souls, some tinged, edges burnt brown and crinkled by the nippet cold.
Light the fires to warm the house and wrap round a scarf. I go Outdoor Painting.