Faded gold, the last hangers on from the party that was autumn. Their soft colour befits the season, that interchanging time when the muted sadness of the winter erupts into the vibrancy and newness of spring.
I love the way these leaves look as if they are holding on in a wind storm, all facing the same way. They are like ladies at a bus stop with their skirts blowing in the wind as they lean into the wind and curse the weather waiting for their transport home.
Instantly my butterfly mind thinks of the film Shirley Valentine and her trudging home in the rain to the escapism of her Greek island on the kitchen door. Her flight to her fantasy land and making her dreams come true.
Wonder where my leaf ladies are thinking of going?
These leaves are softened by time yet still have a sense of strength in their copper hue, I love the contrast with the vibrancy of the moss and laceyness of the lichen.
Nature on a small scale. Nothing grand, just a hedge at the side of the lane, and me with my vivid imagination.
Have a lovely weekend.