LEAF PEEPING IN AUTUMN
I love my little village of Blackheath. I do joke and call it Bleakheath, but only with affection. It’s in the upper Blue Mountains of New South Wales, so the seasons are well defined. Spring is gorgeous and snow can occasionally transform it in winter. But it’s in autumn that it shows its full glory.
Cherry trees provide a delightful welcome at the railway station.
Tourists snap away along Wentworth Street, and so do I. The trees are liquidambars.
Tourists risk life and limb as they try to capture the best images. There are not many places where you can risk sitting down in the middle of the street.
I love this little weatherboard cottage next door to the police station.
The photograph below is at the southern end of the same street, close to the village centre.
One tree seems to have every colour in an artist’s palette. Yes, that’s me underneath it. For a writer, Blackheath is an inspirational paradise, except that I spend too much time out and about with my camera!
I managed to persuade my partner Rob to pose (well stand) below some American pin oaks.
The oaks also make a great show at the intersection of Wentworth Street and Gardiner’s Crescent, and ‘storybook’ red and white toadstools pop up across the road. There are also plenty of edible orange ‘pine’ mushrooms around.
Up by the station there is more beautiful colour from maples and pin oaks along the Great Western Highway.
Golden colour outside the medical clinic cheers us up when we go for our flu shots;
Boston Ivy turning colour on a wall beside the bakery in Wentworth Street;
More crimson from a male king parrot;
Park Avenue is noted for the cherry trees, planted by residents in the1950s.
MY OWN LITTLE CORNER AT ‘THE GUMS’
The birds in our garden love autumn too; plenty of nuts and seeds to feed on.
A Crimson Rosella enjoying the seeds of the tulip tree.
Japanese maple trees are a favourite.
View from the window of my top floor study;
Down by the letter box.
Maples in front of the deck.
As the leaves fall and the weather gets colder it’s lovely to have a cheery wood fire.
And a scarf is a good idea too.
Here is good finale, taken in the village Come on up everyone!
Here is a little piece on why Blackheath became my home…..TREE CHANGE
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