Its warm outside, bordering on humid in fact, I don't really want to accept that the summer is over. The wind softly brushes the trees and there is this delightful rustling noise of the leaves flying into the air. They finally succumbed to letting go of their branch. Their season is over, they glow for one last time, showing off briefly a new colour. Then they dutifully fall a mere few feet to their final resting place.
Luckily for a handful their time is not up yet. These ones saved by me with one last task in hand, to be today's photography prop.
