First day of what I guess is the first ‘autumn month’. It didn’t feel like it, because it was seriously warm and sunny – I almost regretted wearing trousers – but now and again, a flash of red caught my eye in a ditch or a shrubbery, and I knew that yes, autumn really is approaching.
The willow herb is among the first to greet the new season. Its leaves turn a red that’s sometimes hard to believe is real.
Each leaf, in its own time.
I love how they curl at the edges, as if snuggling into themselves to sleep.
Some seeds are still clinging to the stem, afraid of where they’ll end up if they allow the wind to bear them away.