I love this time of year. The nights are beginning to draw in, and although the dogwood leaves are
I love this time of year. The nights are beginning to draw in, and although the dogwood leaves are now turning a deep red, on the whole, there’s a quiet, melancholy feel in the forests and lanes as the creepers and undergrowth begin to die back. But then a closer look at the forest floor reveals new arrivals all around amidst the decay, autumn wildflowers and perhaps the seeds of future giants. -- source link