Golden Grass Field of Peel Tower

Morning had begun like any other days, decide to go a little walk in countryside. So many times I would like to come to this place, but it's never happened until 2 weeks ago.

As usual, camera case full with all the little things I need, I put my mustard Clark boots on, sweater, bomber jacket, finally large circle scarf which I knitted during last summer for my winter collection.

Left the house around one clock, after getting lost a couple of time on the way. Happily, we arrived on the top before sunset, as we know how each passing day seems a little shorter and chillier these days, that what we call "Fall / Autumn".

The sky was very cloudy, I even couldn't see the sun. However the scenery is breathtaking I felt like I was walking on the field of golden grass, watching them turn from green to all varieties of gold, yellow and red is a spectacular experience. I saw the autumn grass, sitting careless on the floor with hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind. How can it be that all this beauty is a sign of death and decay? With all this beauty there is a certain sadness in knowing that the changing colours foreshadow the arrival of a long cold winter.