Can you see how the wind is blowing through the hasel?
Tried to get a good photo of these rose hips, but the wind just kept moving them around.
Just autumn goodness.
The pear tree is already bare, save for a few stray hasel leaves, caught in the branches.
No words needed.
The birch is still clinging to the last leaves.
The woods look dark and somber, the hops gardens are empty.
This really looks like November, doesn't it?
Kiki joined me down at the field.
The last rose.