Or maybe it was the stone water features all burbling away in the lean golden light of late afternoon, their leafy patterns, stone lions and carved acorns looking more pagan than suburban.
Maybe it was the ragged remains of the last trees for sale, listing against each other.
Either way, I needed to temper the cheer of my front step flowers with something a little darker.
So I got this little fellow.
He added just the touch I was looking for. To me he spoke of rustling leaves soon to dance and blow and the far off stirrings of the snow queen.
I added this swirl of pheasant feather (not real) for an extra bit of texture.
Ah, now I am ready to meet Autumn at the gate.