The colours of my Winter

December 28, 2009

Walking in the forest in Winter can be surprising and enchanting. Trees are mostly bare but still, colours remain and  show a new brightness in a sometimes dull environment. Like frosty branches in a blue sky

or a few berries forgotten by the birds (or maybe left there in case of hunger emergency !)

A new look for a green blackberry bush after a very cold and frosty night.

Autumn leaves add a touch of gold in the snow.

Heather, surprised by an early snow fall, does not lose its brilliant purple shade, it becomes even more striking.

Brown and dried leaves posing for a still life with a few larchtrees needles.

Some trees keep their leaves longer than others and they prolong the warm autumnal mood in a snowy landscape.  Nature is a  never ending pleasure to enjoy. A forest has so much to offer to your wondering eyes.

A garden in November

November 16, 2009

jardin, novembre 09This is how my garden looked at the beginning of this month… Since then we have had rain, wind, frost and snow is not far ! Now this garden is no longer so colourful but our Autumn has been exceptionally mild and bright.

This image is also my contribution to the “November” challenge Scott Infinitum proposed for the coming month. See the link below please and join us if your wish so !

First Autumn for my beagle Ninio, 6 months old, full of energy and curious about just anything, including maple leaves !

A blade of grass

October 14, 2009

Autumn leaf

A poem that came to mind this afternoon as I walked through the fields bordering the forest. Leaves were falling  over my face, swept away by a soft but freezing breeze. They touched the soil gently, without hardly any sound to my human ears but not so to the blade of grass…

“Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, “You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams.”

Said the leaf indignant, “Low-born and low-dwelling! Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell the sound of singing.”

Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth and slept. And when spring came she waked again — and she was a blade of grass.

And when it was autumn and her winter sleep was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves were falling, she muttered to herself, “O these autumn leaves! They make such a noise! They scatter all my winter dreams.”


The Madman Chapter 30