As the seasons change, it’s time to look at the trees and appreciate the colour and growth that another year has brought
The long dry summer is over at the Danish summerhouse. Every rain brings green. The grass is back, the tree cover mostly intact. The giant oaks at the rear appear to have panicked. So many acorns, I could feed a pig. They litter the deck, clatter off the rooftop, cluster in the grass.
We spot the black squirrel running through branches, tufted pointy ears cocked, entirely unconcerned.