The elephants’ ears are turning – #autumn is here in #England

The Elephants' Ears. No idea what the latin name is. Aye cramba, gringo, los earos des elephanties probably.
The Elephants’ Ears. No idea what the latin name is. Aye caramba, gringo, los earos des elephanties probably.

The elephants’ ears are turning, the brass monkeys are running around with their paws down their trousers and looking worried and yonder farmers are struggling against the weather to get their crops in. In short, tis autumn in England. Someone flipped the switch. The evenings are short, the days are deliciously cool and the nights are cold. Leaves are turning to reds, golds and yellows and taking flying leaps from the branches to fill the lanes. I am seriously considering being sewn into my winter longjohns in the coming week or so, whenever next my Savile Row tailors can fit me in.

It’s fascinating to watch the confusion of nature as the seasons collide like tectonic plates. Leaves? Tick. Temperature? Tick. Oh bugger – I forgot the berries (most of which are in a very half-hearted state if they are in anything at all).

Wet and soggy or dry and dusty - or both?
Wet and soggy or dry and dusty – or both?

Rain a-plenty has fallen, in fact it has fallen so frequently that it’s a pain in the fundament as regards getting the crops in. So why the massive dust clouds in the fields? Nature, kindly make up your mind. Is it to be wet and soggy or is it to be dry and dusty?

One splendid thing about the breeze and the drop in temperature (if more than that itself be needed – which it is not) is that the flies have disappeared and the only wasps to be seen are pathetic little beasts looking for somewhere to crawl into and die. Why of why though have the sheepsies in the field been shorn of their coats? It seems to be very odd timing to me. Perhaps some sort of appeal for tartan blankets and coats might be launched?

Looking from the bridge, towards Belleau.
Looking from the bridge, towards Belleau.
Wabbits, fleeing the machinery and finding themselves caught between a rock and ahard place (I was standing on their escape route)...
Wabbits, fleeing the machinery and finding themselves caught between a rock and ahard place (I was standing on their escape route)…
This was enough to make me back up a few steps, let alone make the rabbits flee...
This was enough to make me back up a few steps, let alone make the rabbits flee…
War of The Worlds machinery (original version, not the later "re-make" nonsense).
War of The Worlds machinery (original version, not the later “re-make” nonsense).

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  1. Jack Scott says:

    An Indian Summer would be nice. 😀

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    1. There’s time enough yet for a brief heatwave. No idea if or when, and there won’t be any notice, but there’s time enough. 😉

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  2. Great pictures. It gave a real word picture of the fall in England. 🙂

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  3. Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
    Musings of an author 😀

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      1. You’re welcome Ian 😀

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  4. marianallen says:

    Beautiful photographs, even of the machinery. Do they run by clockwork? Do the rabbits and sheepsies? Do the elephants? Surely, at least, their ears!

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    1. I have a very bloke-ish fascination with huge machinery! If I had my time over again then I would choose to find some way to “play” with it for a living! It scares the heck out of me but fascinates me simultaneously…

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