Janey
The meadow grasses on the cliff, cut down last night, warm in the morning sun. Lowering clouds...
Jane...
The first few golden leaves of autumn lie beneath the lush green August trees.
Kit...
From lacy white umbels to clasps of tumbleweed, Queen Anne's tiny dazzling ruby gets lost in seasonal translation.
Beverley...
The big chestnuts on the Green are darkening, as well as rusting at their edges; bright baubles are seen.
Helen...
Climbing roses are fading now - thorny stems break free and sway in the wind.
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