I have an early memory (Oh so many years ago!) of my grandfather taking me and my brothers to the woods at this time of the year to collect leaf mould for his garden.

gold dust for his garden

I was reminded of this today as I stopped the car to check where I was supposed to be going. There was a break in a wall with a huge pile of gorgeous copper coloured leaves spilling onto the road. I knew that right at the bottom of that pile there would be a beautiful pile of leaf mould!
Dear Grampy, He was such a kind and gentle man, I miss him still. x