OK. I promise that this will be my final mention of AUTUMN. But just look at what's no more than 50 metres from my front door.
I just popped out for a spot of early morning foraging (see tomorrow), and was simply amazed by the beauty of it all.
My childhood was spent in the company of Rupert Bear, in and around the woods of his Nutwood village, and these scenes remind me of there. I almost expect Rupert and his chums to appear at any moment.
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Lovely. Very 'Rupert'. I saw some scenes like that yesterday, and if I had a camera with me, I would have done another autumn post too.
Nature does very well with her paint box at this time of year. I love the 'smell' of autumn too - damp, musty leaves.
Oh, I can't get enough autumn. I enjoyed your little neck of the woods, Cro.
How can we not all rattle on endlessly about Autumn...it is by far the most beautiful time of the year.
Amazing how English your French woods look Cro!
Maybe we find Rupaire aussi, n'est pas?
Cro - stunning photos! It was the same for me yesterday - just had to take them!
I love it too. That we could all convene in the shadowy glen; amber leaves falling slowly.
Lovely idea Amy. Your woods or mine?
It seems most everyone is closer on that side of the world, so I'd say yours : )
Beautiful...your Autumn woods look like the perfect place to 'meander'...sorry, couldn't help myself, it truly came to mind before I realized the connection! ;)
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