Friday, 4 November 2011

On the Beech

Beech leaf carpet on the moat
In surface tension caught
4th November, misty morn
And I'm still in my shorts.

8 comments:

Martin said...

Are you shore about that, Rog?

Rosie said...

Bucketing here but twenty degrees. Leaves starting to fall...

Mike and Ann said...

You are very privileged to live in a moated home, Rog.
Been tiddling down here. I think it will bring loads of the leaves down. Still, it's been one of the best autumns, for weather and leaf colours, that I can remeber.

Z said...

That looks marvellous, though you should rake the leaves out really. They will rot and you will have a whiff of stagnant mud when you emerge after your pre-breakfast swim.

Do you also have peacocks on the lawn?

Martin said...

Rog, what a pleasant surprise to find you in the Age of Uncertainty

Roses said...

Lovely pome, Rog.

Does your moat have a monster?

Rog said...

Martin: Leave it!

Rosie: My shorts have never made it through till bonfire night before!

Mike & Ann: Yes it's been like New England in the Fall here!

Z: The moat is actually 2 miles from our house. And we don't have a big garden. Although there are Peacocks in it from time to time.

Martin: I've been duplicated! There's a lot of it about in Blogland. I must go and join in - it looks a good read.

Roses: It does have its own Heron, but I've never managed to creep up near enough for a pic. My photographic assistants don't help.

Z said...

I was joking, Rog darling. Your scrupulous honesty does you credit, however. Mind you, we've already got a stream running through our garden, I'm eyeing that, wondering if I could divert it to encircle the house.