. . . it’s still autumn here in the gentle south west of England, so you wont’ find any snow flakes yet.
At the weekend, I went strolling through the graveyard kicking at the leaves.
Looking skywards towards russet, greengold and naked tree tops
Beech leaves were at my feet
Oak was at eye and ankle level
I turned back the way I came and this little beauty was along the path
and as if there wasn’t already enough magic
an extra gift of treasure.
This is my first go at a Monday walk for Jo, find her here in Hartlepool,
***It seems that we can’t choose when the snow falls on WordPress this year!***