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.
I find I have less and less to say at the moment. It seems symptomatic of being very busy which is ironic. But I just don’t have the time for reflection that I would like.
Soon it will my favourite time of year – autumn. Am I weird, or what?
Not weird at all, it is my favourite too and I know lots of others feel the same. I have Crocosmia everywhere too, even though I thought I had pulled it all up and discarded it. Never mind, it is a cheering colour and goes well with your fennel.