More Late Summer Colour

Viburnum Lantana

Something to brighten things up - the Wayfaring Tree seen on the chalk hill below the iron age hill fort where I take my walks.  Wayfaring Tree, how I love that name.

September always makes me a little morose and everything is a bit of an effort.  It's almost as if I need to hibernate.  I start cleaning things quite fanatically and feel a bit low.  It happens every year.  It's most peculiar and a little irritating.  Talking with some colleagues today I find I'm not alone, which is at least reassuring. 

Come late October, I will find something to inspire me and that will take me through the winter. 

For now, I'm hanging on to as much of the year's colour as I can.