Early Winter Walking

"Hear! hear!" screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, "winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it." ~Henry David Thoreau, 28 November 1858 journal entry

These cooler sunny mornings beckon me outdoors in order for us to enjoy the remains of Autumn before the winter frosts and rains set in. We three were all intrigued by this spangly, precariously standing toadstool.

We looked up to see the birds we heard twittering as they flittered from tree to tree, almost too fast for the eye to see and certainly too quickly for the camera to capture.

The beauty of the bare branches being a sure indication that winter is here.

We hugged the bare trees, they just seemed to invite little arms to embrace them.

We picked Correa Dusky Bells, our native fuschia.

Rounding up petals by our neighbours rose garden was the perfect thing to do in order to make up a batch of Princess Poppy's petal perfume. Ess has made this many times and she intends to give this batch away as a gift to her friends.