Teasel time

What a fantastic sunny day. For some reason, I feel it's the last summer day of the year and am keen to make the most of it. Maybe someone else feels the same:

This balloon passed very low over my house this morning and stayed surprisingly low as I watched it move off across the town.

A leisurely stroll felt like a pretty hot prospect, so a shady route seemed favourite, and took us past the teasel walk with some terrific architectural specimens in evidence.

The abundance of berries on the rowans came up in conversation; we debate what makes this happen some years and not others. There is a story that says that lots of Autumn berries means a bad winter to come, but how could the trees know that? I read that in Newfoundland, this is a common folklore, but the opposite  applies in Sweden. Certainly there doesn't seem to be any scientific evidence for either, as the berry crop depends on weather conditions earlier in the year.