The Last of the Lily Pads...

The light is changing quickly each day; evenings have been flooded with long golden light and, last night, there was almost a frost. 
Judy and I visited our land this evening and disturbed a small rabbit at the edge of our plot. We looked out across Hammond Hill and could see the long shadows glancing from the West.
Taking out our architect's plans, we tried to envisage our planned house. A fabulous ghost right now, but one which is waiting to be shaped into existence.

Nicholas

Like the events of a life, the change of seasons often appears in unexpected and beautifully dramatic fashion.

Here, cradled in the boughs of the poplar just beyond our cottage, is a golden beacon of what is yet-to-come.

Last evening was cool and crisp, today, bright, and just the right amount of warm...I love this part of autumn.

And, as always, I am grateful for the hope that the natural world is forever giving me in its gentle and constant grace and movement.

Judy