We had gales and a lot of rain at the end of last week, which brought down most of the remaining leaves from our trees. Today there is a frost, so winter is snapping at autumn’s tail…
I’m a firm believer in “If you can’t get out of it, get into it”, so decided to appreciate the autumn leaves as we swept them up into several big black sacks for the compost heap.
It always amazes me that we find leaves of tree species we don’t even have in the garden. I wonder how far they travel?
On this occasion, as well as the red Liquidambar styraciflua leaves that dominate the front lawn and the little rotting ash leaves (Fagus sylvatica) that fill the back yard, I saw whitebeam (Sorbus aria), oak (Quercus robur), silver birch (Betula pendula) and even a horse chestnut “leaflet” (Aesculus hippocastanum) and one or two linden (Tilia).
I’ve already tried to “explain” the colour changes of autumn leaves in my blog post The red leaves of autumn. Some leaves change colour and fall gracefully, some less so…
I’m not really one for poems, but I think this one by Scottish poet Elsie N Brady describes the season well…
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colours gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.