All the leaves are brown

I always think the leaves fall from the trees somewhere between Rory’s birthday, Halloween and mine, November 19 but there are still a lot clinging on.  Walked with neighbour and long term resident Rachel in the wooded common above the lane, saw a lot of fungi and she imparted much local knowledge.  

Have started putting food out for the birds again and was rewarded by a jay and a green woodpecker on the fence.  Possibly coincidentally. 

Had nails done, did various errands in Petersfield, saw Mum and ordered her Xmas cards for her and planted her up a pot of narcissi.   Cooked rather good braised partridge for dinner.  Peaceful weekend.