October Brings The Blast

 From a childhood poem,

Dull November brings the blast,

Then the leaves go whirling past.

Its only October but the fierce North Easterly winds have caused a lot of the leaves to fall.

In our local woods the beech leaves have now created beautiful paths.

Stumps and leaves;  again evoke thoughts of childhood stories of faery folk living in the wood.

Tova dog ignored the path and headed off into the brambles after rabbits.

So many inviting paths lead off the main drag...

While on the green on the way home, the tree looks as if a giant has given it a good shake, giving a carpet of leaves below.