The colours in the gardens and parks look glorious against the back drop of the grey skies.
The streets and paths are piled high with drifts of fallen leaves. It seems impossible that anymore could fall, but there are still more to come.
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| Drift leaves © 2015 divacultura |
The old Greek men in the neighbourhood spend their Saturday mornings with their plastic rakes and garden bins gathering the leaves together.
"Doing the council's work," one of them says to me as I pass.
On a windy day, the task is sisyphean.
The punt on whether the sheets will dry on the clothesline, often pays off, despite a sky that suggests otherwise.
I find a big pile of leaves irresistible when I'm out walking.
I hope the wind has blown them into a pile as I swish and swoosh through them.
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| Autumn colour © 2015 divacultura |
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| Green, yellow and brown © 2015 divacultura |
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