Gradations

Autumn is nearly done, and I'll be full of waiting for the spring. Yes, there's solstice and Yule and all the glittery stuff we spread around to hide the darkness, but for me autumn is the finest season.

I was moved to notice, from my study window, the beech in the very front garden, which I planted when first we moved here. The shaded gradations of golden colouring stood out in the setting sun (well, what sun we had).

I guess it's less than a month away now: Polling Day. The day we give the UK away, I suspect. It's a constant niggle I can't seem to calm. The election has drawn away all news of the climate (except in Venice and Yorkshire).