All the Leaves were Brown and The Sky was Grey

Managed to get back into the garden early this morning. I love the garden at this time of year, most of the perennials have died or are in the process of dying and the soil's darkening surface is almost covered in a chocolate coloured blanket of fallen, dead leaves. Over time their autumnal beauty will diminish as they begin to break down and their rotting away begins. Heraticlus said "Nature loves to hide", but She will continue with her work on them until the transformation process is complete and their gift of an abundance of nutrients is repaid to the earth. After a heavy rainfall during the night, the river was swollen and had risen considerably during the course of the day. Its energy seems to change so rapidly from a flat shining stillness into that liquid-grey gushing turbulence, like some sort of upside down rainy November sky. So here I stayed, working in this cold, damp and quiet space for three hours. By the time I'd finished, the hunger pangs had begun so a warm bowl of porridge, laced with some local honey and topped with chopped dried apricots went down a treat!