My vision for my bright border is (a bit pretentiously): a firework display of colour, with exploding shapes and textures.
By 6th November, there are embers glowing.
The burgundy and brown hues in the background provide bonfire-night cosiness. That feeling of being enveloped by a woolly hat and gloves.
There’s the odd sparkler (careful where you touch!)
They send out sparks out in every direction, spitting and hissing.
There are sudden starbursts of colour: red and green, orange and gold.
Pops of light: there one moment, gone the next.
There are spills from the centre, cascading in trails.
Glittering sparkles draw gasps from the crowd.
The bursts get smaller, and fizzle out.
Then there is just the spent cases.
The cinders and ashes. Ghostly remnants.
The show is over. It is time to traipse home.
Is your garden going out with a whizz-bang-pop? Or a little fizzle?
You might like to see these posts of the bright border through the growing season:
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