The garden was beckoning me at breakfast. It was twinkling its eyes at me.
We tend to focus on colour in autumn, but it is also a change in form that I notice. Leaves thin out, filtering sunlight. Each leaf is holding on by a thread. They spin on their stalks, catching the light. It is like the garden is strung with fairy lights.
I love standing under the canopy of the lime tree. The leaves twinkle.
I love having a roof over my head, but being able to look beyond, to the still bright border.
There’s a bench under the lime tree. Its straight lines are juxtaposed with the curves in the border behind.
The bench casts its shadow across the grass.
There are small wonders everywhere. You just need to look. Here, in the scattering of leaves on the grass.
Here, in the border: the frosted leaves of Geums.
With each frost they will deepen their colours.
Rosa ‘Summer Song’ is hanging her head. She tends towards the doleful.
If only she knew her own worth. Her fine lines are sublime.
Perhaps she feels trapped in a prison of her own making?
Or is she just gazing down at the Geraniums? They are undaunted and resilient. I love these delicate colours of coral, sky blue and apple green.
The outline of leaves becomes more apparent with frost.
Their textures become more prominent. They are embossed.
There is still the odd flower. This one peers in.
When I am taking close-up shots, I often hold my hand out, helping the lens to first focus on the fine lines of my hand. This makes it easier to focus on the fine lines of petals and leaves.
This morning I had to hide my hands in the sleeves of my jumper. I focused on the texture of the wool instead.
High up, at the back of the border, there are the tiers of Buddleia.
Higher still, the last leaves of the Mountain Ash.
Rosa ‘Benjamin Britten’ is in a state of undress.
He looks pretty marvellous fully clothed or déshabillé.
Persicaria is frosted too. It is crystal-sharp against the soft background smudges of pink and slate grey.
It is living on borrowed time now.
Images of death and decay are creeping in at the edges.
Let’s turn back and enjoy the last of the bright border’s glory. Here are the prayer flags of Salvia ‘Amistad’.
Rosa ‘Thomas a Becket’, kneeling in supplication.
We are back under the canopy of the lime tree.
Looking out onto the fields beyond the garden.
The alpacas are snorting and steaming in the morning sun.
This is the long view of the bright border. It might just look like a badly focused photo. (the fennel seedheads in the foreground are in focus). But I love the twinkliness of the bright border in the background. This is the magic of the autumn garden: colour, form and texture combined. Twinkling.
And there’s Ziggy, returning from chasing a few squirrels on his well-worn path from the allotment.
What do you enjoy in the autumn garden? What catches your eye?
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