The appearance of red-brown leaves on an uncut lawn. I noticed some more rustling together under the ivy covered fence, quite sneaky!
It is time. Sunrise needed a nudge this morning, the sun so slow to share it’s light with others.
How beautifully leaves grow old, when not all of us are so lucky. She did, my Mom. She would have been a hundred years old this year. She liked autumn in South Africa and spent the summer of her life in an adapted home, and an adopted country surrounded by autumnal colours.
Now we have rain tapping on the window pane. Autumn comes a-knocking.
(This is part of the Satuday Centus for Jenny Matlock) The prompt is highlighted.