Photos copyright: Maggie May
The clocks went back one hour last night so we are really entering winter time but as far as I am concerned it is Autumn. I hate the clocks going back one hour and would sooner leave things as they were, having really dark mornings but lighter evenings.
These photos are a selection from a recent walk. I am sometimes really pleased that my camera lives in my bag, so that I can snap the unexpected whenever I want.
I walked through an archway that divided some allotments and I think this arch had crab apples trained over it.
The girls were walking on ahead through the archway.
I encountered some lovely berries and brightly coloured plants.
I am reminded of John Keats poem, To Autumn.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.