reflections

A lovely, still and early sunlit morning with autumn leaves colouring up the day.

There are enormous poplars growing around an old and well established garden we see on our walk and as A dashed off through the soggy morning grass, there was a strange rustling sound that ..even at 7am...reminded me of the shaking the last of the chip (crisp) packet to get those last, salty scraps.
No such delicacies that early :( just the poplars in a breeze, shaking a confetti shower of leaves from those very tall, deciduous trees.