...we dream our dreams away.
Sorry for the dreadful pun (not really) that will undoubtedly be wasted on anyone not English and of a certain age. Here's a hint.
Anyway, I went for a trudge up into the hills behind the village for a couple of hours with Cleo the collie and her owner and there is an area of larch trees which seem particularly beautiful this autumn. Am I imagining it or are the trees much more spectacular this autumn? Is that what comes from a dry, hot summer?








interestingly, we have large forests of these trees near where I live....but we most often refer to them by their other name "tamarack"...they make excellent fire wood (along with red fir) to burn in winter.
Just goes to show again we are two cultures divided by a common language