Reflections of a Sussex Girl in the Peak District.
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I’ll put a trinket on. Poem by - Emily Dickinson Photo by -…
Love Alison x
Are you feeling autumnal yet? Have you smelt that wonderful smell that tells you that Autumn is on its way, as the weather starts to change and the leaves begin to fall. I sometimes wonder if it's just me, or do other people 'smell' the arrival of this wonderfully colourful season. In autumn last year…
There's a bite in the air, and morning fields silently lay, beneath a blanket of silver dust. I open the window, and let the cool,fresh autumn scent into a sleepy room. The world is changing. The soothing green landscape is fading, as nature lets go of her summer attire. Its a time for…
As bronze tipped gold and copper snow...
Come join me as I walk through my local park....
notes of pumpkin, orange and lime infuse the air...
