Perhaps it's because of my Teutonic past but I simply love dessidious decidious trees that shed their leaves in autumn. So, following the advice that "the best time to plant trees was thirty years ago", I planted a dozen deciduous (third time lucky!) liquid amber trees just after I had bought "Riverbend" more than thirty years ago.
Of course, in doing so I made a cross for my own back because thirty years later those beautiful liquid amber trees are now giant liquid ambers and they are shedding their leaves by the wheelbarrow full - and not just ONE wheelbarrow full but dozens and dozens of wheelbarrows.
Somehow, this year autumn is late in coming. I don't know whether it failed to arrive because of the missing second 'l' in the above sign but it's certainly nowhere to be seen or felt. It's still warm despite summer officially having been over for several days already. Was Greta right?
