not quite Provence

a field full of sunflowers in Venterdon, looking south towards the church, and Kit Hill in the distance. And the lane in its autumnal livery against a blue sky providing another example of Nature's painting.

honestly autumn is here

the seed pod of honesty (we expect lots more next year)

 the clash of colour of spindle berries, according to Flora Britannica one of the few violent colour clashes in our native flora

and our rowan tree bulging with berries

little beauties

some eyebright (and canine hoof) still flowering, and a little footbridge across the stream below Old Mill, near Luckett

not much colour now

all of a sudden the colour has gone out of the meadows which have become a sea of brown knapweed seed heads and the occasional flash of creamy meadowsweet and pinkish white angelica. Nevertheless the goldfinches are gathering into small flocks or charms and will feed on the seed heads through the rest of the year.

Cassie

not long to go now

on sad days

there are no poppies here, but these wild flowers on the rocky path up hill can stand in their stead, and there is light ahead.