autumns dusk

I think I need to accept it - Winter is here, Summer is gone, and even the loveliness that is the in-betweenness, Autumn, is waving a bold goodbye. The liquid amber tree in our front yard is putting on a show, whilst the horse chestnuts and Chinese pistachio have long since lost their brilliant leaves.

 

The other evening I took the dogs (all three) for a walk down our driveway, across the cattlegrid and along the quiet country road we live on. I wore my gumboots through the mud, Tessa skipped ahead, Pippa was on a lead as there were sheep nearby and Lily walked 'behind' as Boss has taught her to do.

The air was crisp, the light was soft. We visited the neighbours horses, waved to Des on the motorbike, collected the mail down at our mailbox, turned and headed for home back up the hill.

Home to a warm fire, to cook dinner, to hibernate and drink tea. Good-bye Autumn, you really are my favourite of them all.

Images by Emma Durkin for Cinderella at Brindabella