Autumn is upon us (even though it’s feeling like winter already). The foliage is turning all sorts of beautiful colours, and as promised in spring we are going to return to Meise botanical gardens to turn noses and lenses up towards the canopy.
In the words of Emily Bronte
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
