The larches are still green and they look good in this wind, with witchy tendrils waving graceful as river weed.


The top leaves of hedge-hazel have holes in; (they are green), the hawthorn has red berries (and green leaves), the blackthorn sloes we didn’t pick are oozing pus and wrinkled DSC_2165(the leaves are still green), the edges of oaks are scabby and crinkled (most leaves are still green), and the ashes, well the ashes (have neat green leaves but) they are tossing down tatty keys of seed-clusters like they don’t care – just dropping them like empty crisp packets.


Sometimes we find a red leaf under the bird nuts and Rob found one by the stream on his way to work; he came back to press it against the window. We wonder where they come from.