Sunday walk

Enjoying the cooler days now and the wind has found its winter voice as it blows the leaves and whistles through the trees.

Bare branches create patterns across the blue of the sky and the birch trees stand willowy tall illuminating the scene with their white bark.

The beech tree, having surrendered its leaves, now shows us the open pods from which the beechnuts tumble in profusion

and a tiny daisy smiles up at me as I pass.