There was a strange light in the garden at sunrise this morning.
The sky was a moody lavender with clouds of mulberry. There was a ribbon of warmest apricot near the horizon.
The silhouettes of trees were darkest aubergine. These are curlicues of Amelanchier. I love the neon pink stipples in the violet sky.
The last remaining leaves look like they are made of bronze.
Until they catch the light. Then they are beaten copper.
I love the amber warmth of the fallen leaves in the background of this photo. The colour is picked up by both the glimmer of sunlight and in the leaves.
The Bright Border is a beautiful nut brown.
The light is strange and will not last.
It changes even as I stand here. The leaves ignite with burnt orange. It is like the taste of Cointreau. Now there are base notes of rich plum.
Even the wood in my raised beds has a rosy glow. It is like rose gold.
This moment will never be repeated. Tomorrow the light will be different. There will be fewer leaves on the Oak.
Rosa ‘Hansa’ is clothed in gold. Not for the first time, I am glad of these Moroccan Blue pots.
The raspberries in Thugs’ Corner go on and on. I don’t think we have ever had them this late before.
The Lime tree has lost its leaves. I can admire its fine filigree for the next few months. It is the most delicate of all trees. I love the way its branches and twigs sweep upwards.
The amethyst is becoming blue, and the amber is becoming pink. The magic can’t last. But I am glad I was there.
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