The low autumn sun still retains brightness enough to brush the tops of
the birches with brilliant light, splitting the trees into two horizontal
bands; the upper band of vivid gold and yellow positively burns against the dull
brown of shadow below and the rich Payne’s grey of sky above. The rain has been
through, a passing shower moving at speed and leaving behind it a fresh fall of
leaves to float on shallow puddles or stick to the glistening path. It is a
beautiful scene, truly autumnal in nature and reminiscent of the paintings that
filled my Ladybird book of Autumn as
a child.
Much of the autumn landscape has changed since those paintings provided
my first views of the wider landscape. I suspect that were I to view them again
now they would present themselves as nostalgia, glimpses of an England now
lost. Gone are the teams of horses and the burning stubbles; gone too are the
vast flocks of finches and buntings that would have taken the grain that the
harvester was unable to collect. Something of that landscape remains however:
the autumn harvest still continues, the hedgerows still hang heavy with berries
– particularly so this year – and the dark, clouded skies still bring with them
autumnal storms.
The autumn landscape is often beautiful, the light more subtle than the
harsh glare of summer and the air carrying with it ripe scents that tease the
senses. There is a real feeling of change at this time of the year and of
industry, evidence that the rural landscape is alive and lived in. Tractors
ferry crops from the fields, lorries heavy with beet trundle to the towering
sugar beet factories and tables at the local farmers’ market are weighed down
with local produce.
Arriving thrushes and finches suggest a transition. These are winter
visitors, arriving from Scandinavia and beyond to tuck into autumn’s bounty and
delight birdwatchers. As the days shorten, so the richness of autumn will slip
away, the landscape shedding its autumnal tones to reveal those of winter. It is
a time of year to be out and about, making the most of the last warming rays
and the harvest that underlines autumn’s bounty.
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