I LOVE autumn. I love it even more when it isn't called fall. Fall is one of the (very few) Americanisms that annoys me. I don't know why - perhaps it's because the word autumn has pleasant associations so I don't want it to be replaced by another. Fall sounds so abrupt.
Poppy, my mare, matches autumn. A colour-coordinated horse she was today. She likes to be stylish.
No more words - just pictures.
|Season of mists...|
|...and blazing glory|
|....all the time watched by sheep|
I must be one of the luckiest people in the world to live here.