My neighbour has a small line of beech trees. Too close to his house really, they block the light from the windows and he is talking of having them pollarded. I'm pleased that his thoughts are of reduction, rather than destruction, because they are beautiful trees.
'Beautiful' at any time of year, but glorious now as the leaves cycle through pale green to yellow to rich golden brown.
And, meanwhile, my forsythia is rapidly turning towards deep burgundy.
I'm torn. I love to see the changing colours, but I'm missing the long warm days of summer already. Winter does seem like a season of virtually continuous hard slog and autumn is her prelude!
I seem to be in the minority though. Most of the posts and comments I am reading are saying how much people love autumn. What about you?