Day two of travels swept me to Westonbirt Arboretum in Tetbury.
The grass was firmly maintaining its dominating stance before getting thoroughly carpeted over by fallen leaves.
Pockets of amber and auburn – delighted to be in the midst of their verdant counterparts.
(Laconic me, loquacious photography).
I accelerated towards excelling Acer trees, holding more stars in their arms than a dazzling night sky.
(This is the post where trees fondly resemble traffic lights!).
It’s the time of year to visit an arboretum…
… in wide leg trousers with burgundy bag in tow.
Details of opening times at Westonbirt Arboretum can be found on their website.
Autumn in an arboretum
propels momentum –
momentous – circuitous –
skittles in a skiffle –
twups to a scuffle
– scone –
conifer – bonfire –
bemire – attire –
(ablaze brazen blazer!).