Yellow are the leaves on the walnut trees

The fog didn't eventuate so my walk around the block was into the rising sun. The walnut trees caught my eye down the lane way and the cows were mildly interested in my presence.
Earlier I had seen chooks and while trying to get a photo of them I stepped back on to the path and there was a loud screech of brakes. I hadn't heard a boy on a bike come along over the damp  leaves. Poor lad, he was reassuring me it was fine. I complimented him on his brakes and suggested next time he yells out ding, ding.