At the end of November I took some time to revel in the last fragments of autumn, crunching through leaves...
and finding the last shreds of colour on the almost bare branches.
I watched squirrels burying food for the coming winter, and fighting over nut supplies.
I realised how much I associate each season with different colours. Autumn has so many shades of red, from crimson to rust.
Then there are the yellows, the golden leaves of gingko and acer glowing like trapped sunlight.
I could feel that the change into winter would come soon. There was a certain stillness. A feeling of everything slowing down. The earth entering slumber.