Autumn leaves

Yeah yeah, very pretty, I love all shades of ochre and gold and mustard as well as orange, as I said, and flame and russet and the rest, but just now

I've kind of had enough of them. The man came to cut the hedges, so this is what they now look like:

and this is the view from the kitchen window, which is all very nice, complete with pumpkins and washing-up liquid just before the rain came again:

And this is just one of the piles of leaves and cuttings I swept up:

They are piled on the terrace on a tarpaulin because this year we have a shredding machine, which we hope will transform our garden into a place of seasonally managed order and suppressed weeds (ha ha, I don't do LOL), but with laurel you have to wait a bit till the toxins have composted down a bit, so here they are providing an alternative view from the kitchen window. 

But there we are, it's what late autumn and early winter are all about, along with luxuriating in fatigue afterwards, eating tomato and chickpea soup with paprika and saffron (on this occasion, it could be leek and potato, or pumpkin and chestnut), and watching retro boxed sets which don't demand too much of one intellectually, in this case Star Trek the Next Generation. 

Which is what I intend to do next.