Where the Leaves Remember: Autumn Honour

There is a hush that arrives with autumn here. The English Elms, planted long before our time as a tribute to those who came before, turn gold with the cooling air. Along the driveway, the October Glories glow red, the maples flare, and leaves fall like a slow, rustling memory. It is a season of change, of light shifting low, and of looking at the land with reverence.

I often reach for the camera as the sun rises and falls, chasing that golden glow across branches and bark. I press their leaves—each with its own shape and story—tucking them between pages to remember the quiet beauty of this turning time. These trees frame not only our property but the way we live here, moving gently with the seasons, gathering what remains, and making something beautiful from what’s been left behind.

Images by Caitlin Hatch at My Foraged Life