These opening words from John Keats' ode To Autumn capture something of the spirit of this evocative season.
This autumn in Otter’s Wood, a fluffy seed head of rose bay willow herb contrasts with the shine and prickle of evergreen holly.
We find similar sights on many bits of waste ground in the city.
Each mindful encounter can help us ask ourselves:
what is bearing fruit for us?
what is flourishing and what drying up in our lives?