18th november 2005

A hard frost in the night, and this morning on the path through the trees much rustling. At first I took it to be blackbirds ferreting in the brambles, or a troop of dogs in the bushes, but then I looked up and saw that it was a leaf-fall: all the trees were solemnly and silently shedding their leaves, which were landing on the icy grass and undergrowth with much crepitation. The freeze and/or the thaw must make them drop more easily.
If you're a bit depressive for any reason, winter can make you come over all Delmore Schwartz:

That time of year you may in me behold
When Christmas trees are blazing on the walk,
Raging against stale snow and cold
And low skies bundled with wash, deadwhite as chalk.