Had to run twice, it was so fleeting.
First the tops of the trees were like they had been painted gold.
Then the colour was gone as fast as the sun had painted the gold.
I went back in the house.
My son Chris called from downstairs – look at the orange!
I ran again with my camera.
Again, gone as fast as it came.
My daughter, Mary had been out with her friends and had taken her camera. She said she took some of her own photos as fast as she could. I’m looking forward to seeing hers.
Nice distraction, although I’d spent the rest of the day fairly pleasantly making thank you cards for the kindnesses shown our family while we grieved the loss of our mother.