We walk the commons around us every morning, and although I absolutely know we are lucky with our access to the countryside around us, and although I absolutely adore being out there - God but it's dull these days. Bleached-brown dead leaves, rust-brown collapsed bracken, grey-brown scrawny heather, and dun-brown bare trees- brown, brown,brown, brown. I'm heartily sick of it.
I felt a desperate need for some colour!
And lo and behold - colour! in bramble leaves of all things. They are quite gorgeous once you start keeping an eye out for them - there are some lovely rich tones in there.
I started watching out for some more little touches of colour, but with limited success: the wild rose hips were on their very shriveled last legs; the crab apples were beginning to rot.
All that concentrated peering means I am noticing little colour shifts in places I haven't before.
It also means I look like an utter mad woman, wandering about, staring into ditches, filling my pockets with mouldy crabs. If I came across me out there, I'd avoid me.
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