...of our garage. As far as I'm concerned, the only positive thing about autumn is the colour! I know loads of people love it but I can't help but see it as a reminder that life, death and decay are all part of the same cycle and a pretty short one at that.
Actually, this is next door's garage roof but ours is the same, and that is our wisteria busy shedding it's leaves. The photo doesn't capture the intensity of the colours but it is one of the pleasures of this time of year, seeing all the beautiful warm shades those little plants go through.
We live in a quiet close, with the entrance opposite our neighbours on the right. Our post box is just opposite the neighbours on the left and I wonder, am I the only silly woman who feels I have to dress up to collect the post? In the UK the post pops conveniently through the letterbox and onto the door mat. You can collect it in your slippers and rollers and last night's mascara and no-one will notice. Here, if I even think of nipping over in my 'bag lady' comfy clothes and no make up, it will guarantee a convoy or cars or a herd load of schoolkids on scooters will speed round the corner and catch me mid sprint! Every time. I popped over this morning looking like the Michelin man in my baggy fleece and before I even reached the gate a man's face appeared over the top waiting to hand me a telephone directory! If it's possible to 'tempt fate', how come it only work in ways you don't want?!