Changing seasons.

Today is a contemplative day. Autumn is pretty much here. You can smell it and feel it (in my case it's more the sensation than the smell as my sense of smell is minimal and reserved in the main for sulphurous or rank smells like rotting dead animals). With the recent rain, all the leaves the trees didn't want but couldn't expend resources getting rid of have fallen, the light has changed, the temperature has dropped, the fields are reaped, straw and hay bailed, and the hedgerows have tried to ripen what little fruit there is. If it is a cold winter, it's going to be tough out there for the critters. Sloes are small, blackberries not so numerous, Haws only in numbers near water sources that didn't dry out, the same for Rowan, Yellow plums, and Cherries. There is very little mast, not a lot of acorns and so on and so forth.

It's odd, I am almost looking forward to the new season in spite of the fact that I really don't like the dark late afternoons and mornings that follow Autumn through winter.

And on that frankly miserable rumination I shall leave you to it.