Is there any better way to spend a day than pottering in an Autumn garden? I think not, especially as we are enjoying some agreeably mild weather at the moment. There is a hint of chill when the sun disappears, though. The times they are most definitely changing and the third season of the year will soon surround us.
Until then, I can think of nowhere I would rather be than in my garden, beginning to tuck it in, ready for its winter sleep; raking and rustling through a few leaves – always an enjoyable but futile pastime, given the number of leaves still on the trees; filling a bucket with windfalls and the last few apples picked from the tree.
Relishing the vivid reminders of the garden’s summer glory with a flurry of cosmos, a Ruby Glow sedum and a single, fragrant rose (Tess of the d’Urbervilles, since you asked so nicely); finding the face of an owl (photo-bombed by my dog’s paws!) in the log pile; and then sitting with a cup of hot coffee and a homemade flapjack, as the light starts to fade and that chill descends.