Is it hug a tree week?
I always feel a little sorry for trees at this time of year. All summer long they share luxuriant green shade. Come the Autumn they dazzle and glow, radiating joy. Then, slowly, one by one, their leaves drift away. Frail and naked, they are left to shiver forlornly, and tremble in the breeze.
But there’s still a little colour around, so let’s enjoy it while we can. To quote Verena, it’s a Festival of Leaves, isn’t it?