Pictorial blethers

By blethers

Scarlet and gold

It was growing dark as we came down the hill in Benmore Gardens this afternoon, an afternoon that was rapidly turning into evening in the horrid way that winter has of ending a day before you're ready. But round the pond the trees were glowing, and the scattered leaves lay like golden coins on the black water.

I must try to return in sunlight before the leaves fall ...

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