Glasgow certainly has four seasons. We arrived in Autumn and it just got more spectacular as the days went on. Weekend walks were a delight. Watching leaves gently blow off the trees. Listening to the sound of crunching leaves underfoot and the dance of the leaves in the cool winds was magic to the ears.
Observing the squirrels frantically searching for nuts and other edibles. Watching fat doves, pretty blue-tailed magpies and other native birds strip exposed berries from the bushes. We chanced across red and blonde foxes searching for a meal or simply prancing through communal gardens.
As the temperatures plummeted below zero, birds nests came into view as the naked branches left nothing to hide. All of this often against a backdrop of blue sky.
We discovered that not all hedges are evergreen; that deciduous hedges are a thing. We watched carpets of fallen leaves whisk up into leaf-nados and then just as suddenly disperse. Beautiful yellow roses, pink and purple trumpets, blue bells and violet hydrangeas. We saw all different kinds of trees, shrubs and plants, many of them for the first time in person, like holly complete with berries.