Season of mists ......
...... and mellow fruitfulness
So starts John Keats poem "To Autumn" and that is just what it has been like here for the past few days. Thick cloud, mists with only occasional glimpses of the Sun.
Also spotted the usual start of Fall (Autumn):
The beginnings of next Spring's crop of catkins growing on my corkscrew hazel bush:
These are only 7mm long and will stay tightly closed until the return of warmth when they will grow and open to about 50 to 60mm long.
Friday comes round again.
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