Seedheads and Sunshine

A few straggling seeds still holding on after Storm Arwen. They look like they have been hand-painted by woodland folk!

The seedheads still offer a refuge for insects, but there is little left in the way of food for birds.

Fading glory.

About to face the wrath of Winter.

The last of the Autumn leaves

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower – Albert Camus

I thought I would get a final few snaps of the pretty colours on the trees before the wind, rain and frost took their toll. The lovely yellows and oranges (which are masked by the green chlorophyll colour in the growing season) are now revealed as the chlorophyll breaks down. Some trees, like maples, make new pigments, giving rise to different shades of red and purple.