A post about acceptance. The seasons are gently changing. Growth is slowing down, and with this there is a joy in noticing each new bloom. Autumn is a comfy chair. Better to sink in to it, and take what it offers.
The bright border is starting to show its age, but it can just about still claim to be Absolutely Fabulous, darling.
September is about flying by the seat of your pants. As my daughter freaks out over her art homework, I take to deadheading. De-tangle and de-stress along with me.
In this post, I’m reflecting on which plants are the real workhorses, keeping the show going into autumn. Which plants have been supping the elixir of eternal youth, and which are a little worse for wear.
A glossy mag sort of a post. No brainpower needed. Silky textures, rich colour, delicious flower forms. This is flower porn. The tasteful sort.