The last few days have been very stormy, the wind sending the leaves scattering from the trees and the meadows full of flood water from the overflowing brook. Flocks of gulls have moved in, enjoying the new habitat, along with canada geese and the ever present herons.
This morning though, in the calm sunny weather there were still a few late butterflies fluttering around enjoying the last flowers and also some huge bumble-bees, there are still some dandelions, daisies and buttercups to be found.
An Autumn Sabbath walk-
'Flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume.
But fruits, not blossoms, form the woodland wreathe that circles Autumn's brow:
The ruddy haws Now clothe the half-leafed thorn; the bramble bends
Beneath its jetty load; the hazel hangs with auburn bunches, dipping in the stream
That sweeps alang and threatens to o'erflow
The leaf-strewn banks:
oft, statue-like, I gaze,
In vacancy of thought, upon that stream,
And chase, with dreaming eye, the eddying foam,
Or rowan's clustered branch, or harvest sheaf,
Borne rapidly down the dizzying flood.'