We've had some amazingly beautiful days of late, but the mornings and evenings have that chill bite that lets you know autumn is preparing winter's way.
The maples are ablaze with color: yellow, orange, red, purple-black. Ferns taller than I form a separate, russet forest beneath the lofty boughs of maritime pine, plantations of which cover the Gascogny Coast. Pine cones and acorns fallen from golden-leafed oaks litter the ground, and pumpkin-orange mushrooms as big as my hand sprout on logs and amidst still-green grass.
The maples are ablaze with color: yellow, orange, red, purple-black. Ferns taller than I form a separate, russet forest beneath the lofty boughs of maritime pine, plantations of which cover the Gascogny Coast. Pine cones and acorns fallen from golden-leafed oaks litter the ground, and pumpkin-orange mushrooms as big as my hand sprout on logs and amidst still-green grass.
Soëlie is getting acquainted with fall, old enough at last to explore on her own. I just wish for her sake (and for mine) the air smelled more consistently of autumn's goodness--mouldering leaves, mushrooms, woodsmoke--instead of the stench of the nearby Smurfit-Kappa's paper mill.
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That photo of the imp smiling as she strokes the fern is adorable (as is the imp herself).
She does look like a little imp. :P
She does indeed look like her papa. :D
And ferns taller than you are? **love**
Soëllie's sweater seems knitted of milkweed fluff.
I don't know if I can get a shot of myself amidst the ferns, but perhaps I'll try...
I love that sweater for that very reason. :D Her great-aunt knitted it for her. :)
I would love to send such postcards (this is the postcard-nut not able to remain silent :D)