Ode to Autumn

 Continuing the poetic theme, a week ago, I turned the corner at the burn and saw...

not a Wordsworthian host of spring daffodils but an autumnal burst of autumn crocuses

Where they seeded from goodness knows but they must have been propagating year by year for decades just to give that splash of colour on a rainy October day.

As Larkin suggested, I'm recording "the day the flowers come....."

and "when the birds go..."

Geese flying in for winter.