Frances (of Faire Garden) made me think - well, everyone did. Why am I this cross about autumn colours? especially the glorious oranges and reds and wonderful golds which I see in some people's photos. Shshshsh . . . it's because I don't have any. There are other reasons. Aesthetic ones. None the less - I must admit - I'm jealous.
I wouldn't swap my sycamore leaves for them, even though. For tramping in - Sycamore leaves are the best.
ve all whooshed back to where they started, ready for the next person to wade through and toss. They don't smell unpleasant either. Nor do they rot too early on the pavement. The rains rain but they dry out soon. And they curl at the edges . . . and fold in on themselves . . . so they go a long way when you're wanting a huge and wonderfully satisfying pile. Sycamores aren't the only trees round here. But leaves from the others fell off too quick - when I wasn't looking - and I don't know where they've gone. One minute they were there - and then they weren't! Quick as that! And we're left with the Holm Oaks; lot's of them. Personally, I think they have a nerve, calling themselves Oaks at all - just because they have acorns. Not even interesting acorns either. Proper acorns are neat and closer to round. And proper oaks have jigsaw puzzle leaves - Holm Oaks masquerade as laurels that have grown too big for themselves, with leaves that are evergreen and flat - and dull. So, I have other reasons for no longer liking the colours of over-blown autumns but (and I have to admit it) - one is that I'm jealous.
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