A November morning

It's a bright November morning in Northampton. The sun lies low in a pale blue sky. The wind gently rustles through trees now gold, red and brown - their leaves at last beginning to drop.

Each season has its delights. Nature's rebirth in spring. The hedonistic luxuriance of summer. Crisp and blustery autumn. Grey and frosty winter days.

Whether sun on my back, rain on my face, wind through my hair or snow on my shoulders - it's good to be alive!

But, damn it! The grass needs cutting again...