A season of mellow fruitfulness…

…autumn seems to have arrived while I was otherwise engaged. Mornings are getting later and are imbued with a briskness that invites activity, while the afternoons are pleasantly warm with a golden radiance which positively begs some quiet time enjoying nothing more than to sit and contemplate life and the wonders of nature.

It’s been a strange couple of weeks, though…things seem to happen in threes.  First, I caught the bug that’s going round and I’ve been a bit under the weather, and not enjoying anything much.  Then my camera seemed to catch it, too, and then, just as I was starting to feel on top of things again, my poor old computer gave up the ghost.  She’s running now (thank you Matt), but I’m thinking we might be on borrowed time.

Anyway, this morning I managed my morning walk for the first time in way too long.  It was beautiful… cool but not cold, misty but not wet… still, serene, healing.  It was not a long walk, but it took me a long way.

Why don’t you come along, too?

First signs of autumn splendour as the forsythia outside our bedroom window begins to adorn itself in seasonal hues...

First signs of autumn splendour as the forsythia outside our bedroom window begins to adorn itself in seasonal hues…

Down the track... trees in the mist...

Down the track… trees in the mist…

 

... mist rising off the dam...

… not to mention mist rising off the dam…

 

... reflection in the still water...

… reflections in the still water…

 

...the little dam... not much more than a bog after the summer heat... hard to imagine that we were frog watching not all that long ago...

…up the hill to the little dam… not much more than a bog after the summer heat… hard to imagine that we were frog watching here not all that long ago as spring was springing upon us…

 

...sunrise... just peeking over the ridge...

…sunrise… just peeking over the ridge…

 

...one of our more colourful residents... a crimson rosella

…one of our more colourful residents… a crimson rosella watching me carefully as I wander past…

...poa grass taller than me in the flush of autumn growth...

…poa grass taller than me in the flush of autumn growth (that is, the grass not me)…

 

...last year's clearing of dead wattles.... this year's kindling ready to be taken up to the house...

…last year’s clearing of dead wattles…. this year’s kindling ready to be taken up to the house…

 

...view up the hill towards the house from the bottom dam... our plans are to clear this area of shrubs and grasses and 'lift' the trees to create a park like area where the 'roos can graze... one day... soon...

…view up the hill towards the house from the bottom dam… our plans are to clear this area of shrubs and grasses and ‘lift’ the trees to create a park like area where the ‘roos can graze… one day… soon… (you can see where we have started at the top of the hill)…

 

... this year's clearing...

… this year’s clearing at the top of the rise above the bottom dam… we’re half way there…

 

... part of our water clarification exercise... mulch pile and garlic plants below the septic...

… part of our water clarification exercise… mulch pile and garlic plants below the septic…

 

...view back down tot he bottom dam...

…view back down to the bottom dam…

 

...moss growing amongst the shale...

…moss growing amongst the shale… the soil here is very thin, but we are hoping to encourage a light grassy covering eventually…

 

...lilies...

…lilies… also part of the water clarification plans…

 

.... from the garden, downwards...

…. from the garden, downwards…

 

... looking back towards the garden gate... home again

… land ooking back towards the garden gate… with the promise of adventure beyond, just waiting for another time.  Åh, well, home again for now…

I hope you enjoyed our little excursion and feel as refreshed as did I.

This is my favourite time of year, a season of mellow fruitfulness (as some famous poet or other once said) with fresh mornings and sun-warmed afternoons, perfect for enjoying a glass of something on the back patio as the sun dips over The Hill…