An amber Autumn
What a lovely time of year this is. A series of sharp frosts, slightly earlier in the season than usual, have brought out the glowing colours of autumn.
Unusually, the oak leaves have turned colour at the same time as the beeches: the mellow glow of one and the blaze of the other is making the countryside look beautiful.
Add larch needles turning gold and the pale yellow of birch, and the effect is a landscape of warm amber.
Very appropriately, our local festival of folk music and the great outdoors, held this week, is called Perthshire Amber: the name sums up all that there is to celebrate here.
And exploring the rustle of falling leaves for the first time is our new puppy. Hurray!
It’s odd, though: many of the trees are bare as winter already. Heavy rain and wind has stripped the leaves earlier than usual. Checking my notes from last year, I see that we are at least a week ahead of ourselves: photos from early November last year look greener than my photos from last week. I suppose that is because of the exceptionally early spring. The whole year has been accelerated, and it looks like this autumn is going to be a short one. We are enjoying it while it lasts.