Goldenrod

A day of gradually ticking things off an ever-increasing 'to do' list.

Just after 8.00pm, MrM and I decided on  a short walk around the Common,  just to get outside and stretch our legs. Two red squirrels spotted, much to our delight, but far too far away for photos.

There's a small patch of goldenrod beside the path there, and it takes me back to the golden summers of childhood, several decades ago. My dad planted several clumps of golden rod in the borders in our garden in Norwich, and midway through the summer holidays they flowered. As if to mark the beginning of autumn, as soon as the leaves had withered and died, dad cut down the stems and put them on the bonfire heap. A yearly ritual...