I thought I’d join in with the obligatory autumn colour posts even though it’s happening fairly slowly here and I was eating my lunch in the garden earlier this week in beautiful sunshine, however, I’ll have a go.
I don’t have that much in way of a routine these days (hoorah!) but the dog walk every morning is obligatory come rain or shine.
I set off with my phone in my pocket this morning as I mean to do every morning in case I break an ankle or something up the hillside and have to call for help before my dogs take advantage of my prone position and do me damage.
What actually prompted me to take it this morning was I needed to send Mr. Tialys a photo of the quince we have growing on our little tree halfway up the hill. There are only four of them but probably enough to make some quince jelly with. I’m not sure they are ready to pick so had to ask the gardener of the family.
On our way further up the hill we spotted the rarely seen Octobericus Tabbyrean Catticus (or common moggy) up a tree.
Then we noticed how the colours were starting to change on the hills and peaks.
A drop in temperature and some rain and there’ll be snow on those peaks before too much longer.
I finally managed to take a decent photo of a spider’s web with water droplets. Usually they are too busy glinting in the sun and, although that looks pretty, it doesn’t photograph very easily. I know I should have done a bit of ‘housework’ and cleared some of the fallen leaves off but that would be cheating – this is ‘au naturel’ and I’m keeping it real.
Looks a bit like frog spawn.
Back down in the main garden and the figs are still fruiting …..
…….which means the dogs are still foraging which is followed by farting. (sorry but I couldn’t resist the alliteration). I can’t wait until the figs are all gone and my evenings become more pleasantly scented again.
A more conventional autumn colour photo
Our metal chicken – made (though not by me) using recycled oil cans – in his last bit of free-ranging before putting him in a more sheltered spot for the Winter.
Keeping it real again with the garden this time – those weeds really got the better of us this year. I say ‘us’ but, really I mean ‘him’ as I don’t get involved too much in the gardening side of things.
Maybe next year Mr. T. will let me call for help and get a gardening service in. Trouble is, he’s so fussy that, if they do anything that isn’t to his liking, I’ll be to blame.