I can sense it in the air….I’m sure we all can. The Indian Summer we’ve so enjoyed these last weeks has gone on too long. It’s truly been just too warm (though truly divine) for this time of year.
So as black cockatoos squawked their prehistoric cry on a brief morning visit, I knew I must heed their warning and take a couple of hours scurrying about in squirrel mode. While pools of pin oak leaves retain their magic in a carpet of colour on the ground, the persimmon leaves that have shone crimson, russet and orange this last month are fast turning the colour of brown paper bags….
Bullrush ‘candles’ turn to puff balls of fluff, carrying seed that drifts on the breeze…
