This time of the year is known to us British as Autumn while our cousins across the pond like to call it the Fall possibly because they can't spell autumn but more like as it more accurately describes what has been occurring in the chateau garden for the last 4 weeks. I only have two smallish trees in the grounds but wake up each morn to a fair covering of dead leaves from what seems every other tree in the locale
The rate they accumulate by far outstrips my ability to gather them and more importantly dispose of them once gathered. I am praying for a northerly wind which will carry the leaves in another direction than my garden but accept nothing will change much until Chrimbo
