It’s a windy apples-off-the-trees blow-away day. Signs of summer fading fast. Early autumn breeze wrestling with the browning leaves.
Yet the garden still has much to give in its green old age. The last flush of the roses as beautiful as the very first. The fuchsias not so numerous now but still as finely dressed as all through the summer season. A few sweet peas elegant, delicate and still scented in their final days. Geraniums and begonias hanging onto their former glory. Dahlias now at their blooming best, seeking to outdo each other at the autumnal beauty parade.
A harvest festival feast of blackberries in the thorny brambles and apples falling off the trees. Pies in the making and the sweet smell of baking. The holly tree berries turning from yellow to red getting ready for their Christmas decoration.
There is much to celebrate and enjoy in the garden right now just as there is joy to look for in the garden of old age.