The vaguely green-fingered thoughts of a rambling rose.

September joy


It's the last days of the summer holidays. There is a warm glow in the garden. Already the staghorn foliage is beginning to take on its autumnal hue.  The sedums are smothered in bees and the nights are drawing in.


Now all the birds have fledged, the conifer hedge has been reduced by around three feet allowing the hills to once more be viewed from within the house. 



The next task will be to rearrange the Pink Garden. 



But for a week or two, we will just enjoy the embers of summer before autumn is ignited. 

1 comment:

  1. Look at that fabulous bark on the Silver Birch

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