Sunday, 25 October 2015

Autumn in Northumberland

Today we went for a walk and picnic in the glorious autumn colours of the beeches etc of Allen Banks, Northumberland - I didn't take the above picture, but this is what it looked like.

Autumn is really the best of the seasons; and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life.
But of course, like autumn, it doesn't last. 

CS Lewis to his oldest friend, Arthur Greaves - written a month before he died.


The Crow said...

Along with all the downsides of advanced age, there is, to be sure, a quality non-existent in the years that precede it.
Our garden is glorious in this current season. Maples, Rowans, Acers. The human turns grey, while the trees turn red and orange.
And history, meanwhile, turns the page.

Nicholas Fulford said...

To walk in the woods with all its beauty to behold. I sing and dance inside; my smile is my witness.

Wm Jas Tychonievich said...

This is one thing I hate about living in a subtropical region with no autumn to speak of. I miss New Hampshire so acutely at this time of year.

Bruce Charlton said...

@WmJas - Indeed - I visited New Hampshire in the early fall once, and it was wonderful - with the maples set-off by lucid blue skies.

The English autumn tends to be more muted by mists and cloud cover - but when the sun comes-out on the beeches and mixed woodlands, the variety (albeit not the intensity) of colour exceeds New England.

Karl said...

Autumn isn't really old age, at least not for trees and other woody perennials. For them it is only bedtime. The leaves don't just fade and shrivel, as when a tropical annual is bitten by frost: they are following a program, as surely as if they were brushing their teeth and saying their prayers.