Gradually, swiftly, we’ve watched the leaves flocking down, scattering mounds of yellow through the forest. Now, as we head towards November, nearly all autumn’s bonfires have drained, leaving the remaining scatterings of colour all the more precious. Only the occasional sparks of yellow aspen leaves dance in front of the soft grey trunks now. And, once in a while there is a slight flare of scarlet as a reminder of what we have lost.
But wait, all of autumn’s last colour is not lost. On the backdrop of the great ridge beyond our valley, with the russet of the long-lasting oak leaves and the yellow-brown of the beech leaves, there comes a second fall.