garden tales from a Brit at home and abroad
Recently my seven-year-old daughter asked me what “mellow” meant. I rather struggled to define it.
I could have just shown her an English autumn day. For me, it expresses exactly that “pleasantly soft, sweet, ripe” sense given by my dictionary.
Rather than moving on to quote the much-abused line from Keats, I will simply post some photos of autumn in the Northeast of England last weekend, to make my point.