Larch in November

November 2, 2026

The larches are the only conifers that let go. By early November the slopes turn the colour of weak tea, and the needles come down in quiet golden drifts on the path.

Putting the beds to sleep

October 18, 2026

A short list of what went under straw this year, what stayed bare on purpose, and why I no longer rake every leaf off the lawn.

Twelve kilometres along the river

September 27, 2026

An easy autumn route with two benches, one ferry crossing and a very persistent heron.