I've spent the last five weeks rehabilitating the ankle I sprained back at the beginning of October by walking slowly but doggedly around the Field of the Hollowing Oak (difficult because of its tussocky nature), through the Small Dark Wood of the Mind and along the footpath by the embankment (difficult because of the greasy mud), and over the farmland that will shortly be under development. But first a look at the innocuous scene of the accident. (Must pay attention when walking down a rough, stony slope.)
Other trees notably having a (metaphorical) last hurrah have been the field maples.
... a reminder to keep looking for moments of light until the Light comes back.