No frost yet, but raw, wet mornings. I keep glancing at the met office forecasts looking for a mild settled spell to see out the last of the autumn colour. No luck that I can see.
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The Turning of the Season
It’s cold now. A depression roared in
from the Atlantic last week and we
still have blustery showers, and the first snow on the tops. When I say snow on the tops I don’t mean Ben Nevis , the Ben has had snow for some weeks now, but
snow on the hills opposite us on south Loch Ness …...hills around 200ft
The mornings have become dark and I
have become very sluggish getting out to the garden. In less than a week the
clocks will go back and we will have some brighter mornings, though colder of
course.
No frost yet, but raw, wet mornings. I keep glancing at the met office forecasts looking for a mild settled spell to see out the last of the autumn colour. No luck that I can see.
The colour is still wonderful and now
that the flashy early reds of Acers and Horse Chestnuts and Geans are through,
the colours are taking on russet depths that clothe and pillow the hills in
birch and oak.
A bright sunny day would be food for
the soul.
No frost yet, but raw, wet mornings. I keep glancing at the met office forecasts looking for a mild settled spell to see out the last of the autumn colour. No luck that I can see.
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