Autumn is such a lovely season – I know I say it each and every year 🙂
the comfort of warming soups and stews and layers of soft clothing – scarves and mittens, coats and blankets, all gathered out of summer storage and aired, ready to cosily envelope and warmly delight on chilly days
the beauty of the countryside as the trees transform their leaves to bronze, copper, scarlet and gold in preparation for a time of dormancy and rest through the harshness of winter
Falling leaves and fallen trees, four so far, dashed down and splintered by the heavy gusts of the first storms
Squally showers; torrential downpours; light mizzle, rain of every kind, and all very welcome because of the extreme lack of it throughout spring and summer of this year
Arrowheads of flocking Canada geese flying across the early morning sky, one of my favourite Autumnal sights. Although the UK population do not migrate Autumn does apparently trigger an ancestral instinct, and at this time of year they do gather and take flight. I always dash to the window when I hear them loudly honking in the distance, they do this to both stay in contact and to coordinate position changes within their characteristic V-shaped flight formations.
The swans on the lake at Panshanger had 5 cygnets this year, 3 have survived to early adulthood and there is much flapping and splashing going on as they exercise their flight muscles.
Robin’s pincushions, the red spiky balls that can sometimes be seen on wild rose bushes during autumn. These are created by a female gall wasp when she injects a substance into a developing rosebud during the summer. This substance changes the plant tissues and causes the bud to instead develop into a mossy ball – a rose bedeguar gall, or Robin’s pincushion. Each one holds many larvae within it and they feed on the gall throughout the winter, emerging in spring as adults
Fungi hunting, I scan the ground on every woodland walk, looking for my autumn favourites. And just as November arrives, cloaked in mist and trailing a wake of drifting golden leaves, the very first few toadstools have emerged.
As usual there have been our regular wood walks with Toby, you can see from his smile how much he loves being out in the woods, and also how mild early October was as we were still able to walk in T shirts.
And there has of course been knitting going on here, but still only of the sock kind. I’ve knitted several pairs in a combination of smoky blues and chocolate browns, ‘woodsmoke’, ‘coffee bean’ and a few mini skeins – all shades of Ainsworth and Prin sock yarn from The Knitting Shed. But unfortunately pattern writing is still eluding me, my small pockets of Toby free time are just not enough to build up any momentum and with this fractured way of working I can’t seem to concentrate well enough to make much progress. For now I’m not panicking, I’m going to hope that things will fall into place in time and I’ll once again have a new pattern to share with those who would like one.
Well, I hope to be back at the end of November with toadstool pictures, if I find any more. Wishing you a good few weeks where you are and hoping that you have plenty of small pleasures to enjoy as the month unfolds, J x
PS: In the pictures above there is one of a Hummingbird Hawkmoth chrysalis, I’ve found a few hidden away in the undergrowth, no doubt there are more as there were quite a few caterpillars, they wriggle when touched so are still alive and hopefully they will make it through the winter and emerge as adults in the spring. Also Katsue the fox is still visiting daily after dark (the wildlife hole is still blocked up by our neighbours so she cannot come and go at any time of day as she used to), it’s really hard now to get photos of her but it is a joy to still see her each day.
