Metallic

As I sat and sipped my coffee, in peaceful contemplation, halfway through my walk round Harlow Carr Gardens, I started to notice the details of the fallen leaves around my feet. The small ones are oak leaves, I think, but I'm not sure of the larger species. (Harlow Carr has many non-native trees that I don't know the names of.) They were about as big as the palm of my hand and the undersides, particularly, had prominent veining that had collected the dew. They were also quite pale in colour and had an almost metallic quality that I've tried to convey.