Changing Seasons 2017: November

Fallen Leaves

You wend your way across the meadow’s open expanse as the early sun casts its glow upon the toadstools and the tumbled leaves. The chill air catches at your throat as you breathe deep. Negativity disperses with the puther of each expelled breath.

For a time, you stop and sit beside the pond, allowing your thoughts to pool like the waters of the stream. A robin warbles from the concealment of tangled beaches. It’s song sounds melancholic, as if in remembrance of lost summer days, but still it continues to sing, undaunted by the months of cold that lie ahead.

You take your leave of the pooling waters as an icy wind begins to rise, and you follow the pathway through the trees. Branches bow in courteous arches over the trail, clad in fragile garb of green and gold. You bow your head in return, bidding farewell, knowing that you will return again soon.

Dawn Path

I only made it out to the meadow, woodland and stream / pond on one occasion during November, and unfortunately I didn’t stay out for long – the wind was incredibly cold and it was forecasted to get much worse as the day went on. Which it did. I expect that the trees would have had far fewer leaves by the end of that day! I did manage to take a few pictures during the short time I was there, however.

I hope you like them.

 

To see how the area has looked at other times of the year, check out the Changing Seasons category page for older pictures.

This post is for Cardinal Guzman’s Monthly Changing Seasons photo challenge.

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Changing Seasons 2017: October

Early Light Over Meadow 3

Newly shorn, the meadow lies bare now under the October sun, the golden trim giving accent to the surround of autumnal trees. The air holds a bitter nip that the early light is hesitant to dispel, but the clear sky promises pleasant hours ahead – a welcome change from the wet, windy and overcast days that have characterized the month so far.  The benches beckon you to sit, but the chill encourages you to continue your exploration.

Beyond the meadow, the woodland beckons.

Within the shelter of the trees, the light is filtered through a filigree of golden brown leaves, whilst the air is heavy with the scents of damp earth and decomposing vegetation – an aroma unique to the season. Birds sing from their concealment above. Underfoot, fallen leaves squelch, a moist mess after the recent rainfall.

Your senses absorb each fleeting stimulus, recharging your energy as you bathe in nature’s beauty. The sun rises higher in the sky. You know that you are now ready to face whatever the day might bring…


This post is for Cardinal Guzman’s Changing Seasons Monthly Photo Challenge. All of the pictures were taken on a single morning at the meadow. The weather during the rest of the month, unfortunately, didn’t inspire me to go out photographing. Or to leave the house at all, really…

I hope you like them.

Changing Seasons: September 2017

Autumn's Arrival

seasons shift

decorating the land

in daubs of gold

finger paints wildly applied

joy articulated with a

child’s exuberance

whilst leaves crunch

underfoot

During September, the signs of autumn have become increasingly rife in the meadow and in the wooded area beside the stream. The first leaves have begun to turn, shades of golden brown decorating the treetops, whilst fruits and berries have swollen in colourful array. Toadstools carpet the ground underfoot. But summer has continued to linger in the final blush of flowers scattered amongst the damp grasses – purple clover, and the vivid yellows of dandelion and hawksbeard – whilst many trees are yet to shift out of their summer garb, clinging to the green as long as they are able.

This post is for Cardinal Guzman’s Changing Seasons monthly photo challenge. To see how the meadow, wooded area and stream have appeared at other times of the year, please check out the Changing Seasons category at the top of the page.

Don’t forget to click on the galleries for better views of the pictures!

Changing Seasons: August 2017

Meadow at Dawn

Grasses have ripened into swathes of gold,

and leaves have deepened their colour in maturity,

for the meadow and woodland have passed their peak,

accepting the inevitability of the ageing year.

 

It’s been a few months since I last joined in with Cardinal Guzman’s Changing Seasons photo challenge, but I thought that, seeing as I’ve still been visiting the meadow and wooded area despite moving away, I may as well post the pictures I’ve taken. As I no longer live in the village, my visits haven’t been as frequent as they were in earlier months – which mainly means that this post was far easier to put together. I only had a few dozen pictures to sort through, rather than a few hundred!

If you’d like to see what was happening in the meadow at other times of the year, please check out the Changing Seasons category at the top of the page.

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Peculiar Life

Toadstool 4

Tread carefully as you walk the woodland paths, as you seek the peculiar life emerging from the earth’s fertile darkness. See them stand proud and defiant in the new day’s light, each embracing their opportunity to shine.

Toadstools with spider thread

Toadstools are definitely one of my favourite things to photograph, and this August has been great for them. They seem to have flourished in the warm and wet English summertime we’ve been been having. Here are a few more pictures that I’ve taken.

The photos were all taken in the meadow and wooded area of my old village – which is still my favourite place to spend a few peaceful hours enjoying the natural world. Despite not living there any more, I’ve driven out for a number of dawn walks this month. I just can’t stay away!