After the very hot and dry summer the garden is full of tall dead vegetation. I go out clutching my secateurs and carrying a bright pink bucket. I begin in the raised bed pruning the raspberries and pulling out the feathery remains of willow herb. There are a few surprises. The musk mallow trails untidily across the border and there at the very end, a spray of new buds and the soft pink of a flower. Also the Ballerina rose has several sprays of tight new buds. What joy! I think this has been brought about by the few heavy showers of refreshing rain we have just enjoyed.
I went for a walk this morning quite early to take some misty photos. These were taken in a near by park. The fog makes everything very mysterious even these rocks which are man-made climbing rocks look ancient and rather sinister.
The trees looked wonderful, the nearest ones clear but then gradually fading away, melting into the landscape.
It's good to take time out sometimes and just gaze and capture the moment.
This little picture says it all I think. Rain on our new garden table outside our patio doors, reflecting the side of the house and Hannah's basket ball net! I find reflections fascinating and have some more reflection pictures and poems on my poetry blog.
The apples are heavy on the branches, pulling them down. They're not ripe yet though. But the Escalonia berries and juicy sticky honeysuckle berries are quite ready for the birds.
The Michaelmas daisies are starting to come out, the slugs and snails nearly finished them off, but we battled through and have the beginnings of a nice display.
And the Sedum and Abelia are adding a bit more colour too.
It's such a lovely shrub, bringing the delicate pink of Spring into an Autumn garden.
I love geraniums! They flower all summer and the snails don't like them.
There are so many different blooms.
I also like the wild flowers that creep in unexpectedly.These poppies are beautiful!
Valarium is great for areas of poor soil. They thrive and bloom but you have to watch that they don't spread every where, because their seeds are blown about by the wind.
What a surprise to see this little visitor when I was weeding. I expect all the rain has brought him into this part of the garden. He's resting near my little bog garden, so it's very moist.
In the summer, when it is warm, Tiger is a feature of the garden. He loves to join us when we have tea breaks. He sprawls at our feet luxuriating in the wonderful warmth of the sun.
He loves the smell of the herbs in my little herb bed and sometimes curls up in it!
His latest perch was our tea break table! He wanted to be the centre of attention.