We have been in the Lakes for a week, staying on the shores of Windermere. A lovely time to be in the Lake District, cool nights and warm days, patches of autumnal colour rather than great swathes. Some glorious views of distant mountains and quiet calm moments on the lake with an astonishing variety of bird life - cormorants, mergansers, swans, ducks, perhaps a dabchick. I will put more thoughts on the landscape writings blog.
We noticed some changes when we came home. The beech tree in the garden has a lot more golden and yellow leaves than a week ago, and the grass has a scattering of beech leaves on it. The woods behind the house and over towards Shobdon Woods Hill are more mottled than they were; the turning leaves are gentle and subtle, a fading within each leaf, like eyes closing slowly.
And on the way home from Leominster this morning we stopped briefly at the supermarket for supplies. And the trees in the car park were a blaze of colour. I think they are maples, but the range of colour - from deep, almost untouched, green, through yellows and peaches and reds to crimson - I found astonishing. I have written before that one purpose of these journals is to make me see the beauty in the everyday, to consciously be aware of the ordinary beauty around me. The maple trees in Morrison's car park today were certainly that.
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