golden rain under the lime avenues
The avenues of ancient lime trees are turning colour now, from green to yellow gold. Every slight breeze brings a soft shower of great golden drops from the trees, turning and twinkling in the sun.
Standing under the branches, the trees still seem green in the lowering Autumn sunshine:
and the drive is spattered with gold.
I am reminded of Danae, impregnated by a shower of gold: Zeus in one of his more ingenious disguises. (Her legend is a gift for artists who want an excuse to paint a swooning female nude. Google her and you will see how many of them over the centuries have found it strangely necessary to do so.) All we have to worry about with our showers of golden leaves, however, is sweeping them off the drive.