It’s becoming autumnal without ever having been really summery this year. Apart from a couple of days here and there, we haven’t sat outside much or enjoyed the usual sense of unwinding that comes with warmer times. Last night was apparently the coldest August night on record, yet the ice caps seem to be disappearing at an alarming rate as well. I long for the times when I believed that at least the seasons could be relied upon.
Yet, even when most of the garden seems to have gone over to rambling leaves, it’s still offering colour. These crocosmia are blooming everywhere. I don’t like them particularly but they go well with the fennel, which I love. Terrible pictures but best I could manage with my phone in poor light.
Elsewhere, there were small snippets of colour that I couldn’t resist bringing inside while it was dry, so that we had something to look at when we were sheltering from the rain.
Soon it will my favourite time of year – autumn. Am I weird, or what?