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Dying in Bright Colours


October is nature's funeral month.
Nature glories in death more than in life.
The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming
- October than May.
Everything green loves to die in bright colours.
Henry Ward Beecher

It was a glorious day here yesterday, chilly, but full of sunshine.  Whilst out walking I saw the trees lit up and dappley with shade, all turning in varying degrees of yellow.


Then I saw this hedgerow blazing like fire.


And gradually the garden is changing


The Hydrangea petiolaris just outside the kitchen window is ready to shed its leaves
putting on a show of gold.


The evenings are getting colder and fires are lit.


Time for toasty toes.

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds -
November.
Thomas Hood

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  1. all beautiful, love the toasty toes!

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  2. Lovely pictures Elaine, I'm really enjoying the season at the moment.I find it a bit of a lull now before the December madness.

    Sam x

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  3. Nice post! I love Fall for all its beautiful colors too, and that quote at the top is perfect. Nice cozy picture at the end!

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  4. Goodness, Thomas Hood sounds like a bit of a misery guts! I like getting to the season of wrapping up in cosy jumpers and toasty socks. We've barely had the heating on yet. Beautiful flaming hedgerow.

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  5. Came from VP to see what colours you chose. We both like the blue solution.

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  6. Oh oh oh! I love that leafy collage!

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  7. Colourful and toasty! Flighty xx

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  8. Hi Elaine, Great fall color images! I think that Thomas Hood probably felt the same way about November as I do! It is the time for toasting toes near a warm fire.
    P.S. The header is wonderful!

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