Although I didn’t hear them speaking, the trees in Russell Square must have reached some kind of agreement that today was going to be the day.

As I walked through the Square in my lunch break, the air was all aflutter with big leaves floating down, gradually covering the grass, as if determined to deposit one in every remaining space.

Another few days and I’m sure the trees will all be bare. But that’s OK. The trees need a rest, so that they’re ready to burst back into action next spring.

Without doubt there is beauty in every season.