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Confused little soul

Autumn is in now in full swing, and the leaves on the trees have a glowing palette of golden yellow, reds, tawny golds and crispy browns.  And in the midst of everything falling to bits in the countryside, I found this confused little soul, nestling in amongst moss and the buttery yellow fallen leaves of silver birch.  Made my day!

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  1. Aw Bless!! Someone got woken out of hibernation too early. I don't suppose it knows what season it is, because it's still very mild for autumn. I am still seeing the occasional bee buzzing around my purple Hebe flowers and some late Buddleias.

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