It’s December 1st and for me we are now into Wintertime.
Here it is a bright, sunny, frosty morning, the cheeks are glowing now I am back in the warmth of home.
The colours glowed on Onny Meadows, I could find all the colours I love, browns, pinks, purples, greens, golds and greys.
As children we draw tree trunks as brown but I am always struck by how little brown is visible. Greys predominate for me, with tones of Brown, green and purples.
The mole hills of Brown rich earth pepper the meadows and Dillie Dot sticks her nose in then digs frantically to try and catch the elusive mole, Long gone.
As we near the Onny river there is a low misty haze rising from the water, the ducks bright greens look muted in the mist.
I notice catkins are beginning to form on Alder and hazel. The Alder catkins are a purply, brown, while the hazel catkins are presently grey with a tinge of pale green.
From a distance white berries pop brilliantly against grey stems of snow berry. Dulux brilliant white doesn’t do this justice.
The lichens on the rocks and tree trunks are a zingy greygreen.
There are still trees with leaves of green but they are few now and look faded but somehow still have that dark summer green.
The beech trees cling onto their leaves which are rich golden russet. The keys hang still from the ash trees looking golden against the grey of the trunks.
I notice more Alder catkins but this time a reddy purple, glowing in the sun light.
As we finish our walk we walk past spindles with crimson red berries, the next one has bright pink berries. The pinks and red vary from shrub to shrub.
