Driving up the lane this morning it struck me just how many different shades there are on the trees as they are on their Autumnal turn. The elder leaves have turned a deep red on some bushes and many of the saplings are already orange or yellow and the leaves are falling off into the roadway where they become quickly squashed into the tarmac.
And so they all die off for Winter. The analogy between trees and humans of course doesn't hold water. Trees rejuvenate - next year's new growth is already lurking ready to spring forth at the first sign of longer days, more sunshine and even the tiniest vestige of warmth. We humans, of course, fall into the 'sear, the yellow leaf' and that is it - full stop. As one ages this becomes a real fact of life and something which just cannot be ignored.
Some days - along with everyone my age I am sure - I feel very old. Some days I feel much younger. Folk are very kind in offering help - but sometimes I find it irritating. I know I shouldn't because it is very well-meant but please you 'youngies' tread carefully (because you tread on my dreams!)
My great grand-daughter is approaching her first birthday. She has a wet suit and has had her first swimming lesson this week - and she adored it. She (Ula is her name) is at one end of the scale and I am at the other and I must say that gives me great pleasure - and comfort too.
I have tried to download her photograph but I am in a hurry and can't seem to retrieve it - I will try again later.