It’s taken me so long to get the 2015 list organised that the leaves have fallen and it’s almost 2017. (more…)
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The north ride and a line from the poem of the same name by Robert Frost. (more…)
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Feels like autumn on the cusp of winter – golds and yellows flash among the green. (more…)
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Never before noticed the small, deciduous tree which carried this fruit. (more…)
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‘And knocked the acorn to the ground.’ (more…)
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