Although I have spent time in England every year for the last 16 years, the one season I have never witnessed is autumn. While the pictures may look similar to an American fall, in reality it is completely different. Nature in England makes it’s evolution slowly and individually, with each tree seemingly at it’s own pace, whereas the American version seems to hit you over the head all at once. The result of which may be more spectacular, as you get the peak of the color all at once, but I am enjoying the more gradual change here. Throughout October there were areas of the farm that were still entirely green, as if summer was still lingering, while other parts would have singular giant trees in bright yellow and hedges blanketed in bright red or orange. We also had the exposed soil of the harvest giving the land an earthier hue, only to then be replaced by the newly planted crop catching a ride on the late season growth cycle, making all the fields bright green once again. The autumn has always been one of my favorite seasons, and I have so enjoyed the opportunity to enjoy it for longer this year, easing me more gently into the reality that soon there will be no leaves on the trees at all.
I love that the garden is still blooming while the trees have already turned in the farmyard.