After a windy week, the leaves are fast disappearing from the wisteria and the ornamental grape vines draping my verandah edges.
One evening the decking was covered in leaves, the next morning it was swept almost clean by stronger winds.
Except for what had been deposited in my rubber outdoor shoes. Not a common sight, shoes full of old leaves, and it made me feel as if I had been away for a long time, and even that similar things would happen when I died. Things get abandoned, nature takes over.
I suppose Autumn itself leads to such thoughts.