Leaves of autumn inspire season of goodwill in passersby

The leaves underfoot are dry as potato crisps, lighter and every shade from pastel yellow to blood red. They crunch underfoot; they blow around the yard in eddies and whirlpools, writes Damien Enright

Falling from trees, they’re sometimes caught by a breeze. As they fly past, I can’t help instinctively looking up for butterflies. Today, November 2, I saw a lone red admiral.

The sunny days and misty days of these unbroken weeks of dry weather have been inspiring, elevating and just plain lovely to see. When showers came on the thirty first day, another dry spell began within 24 hours.